Yyeah? [ This time when he says it, there's a struggle, that indecision that comes from emotions he can't really place, when they seem to need to be. ] But it's different now. Knowing what my old man became, seeing him get to ... rest. I'm glad he is. And my mom...

[ ... and his mom. His feelings for her haven't really changed much, he doesn't think. A mother he isn't really sure how to feel about. A wife that missed her husband so much. ]

They're happy now. If people really go to the Farplane, whatever happens - they're both together now. They'd... be there.

[ To be seen, if anyone called them on. And he can't figure out why, but that hurts to be think about. General sadness? Or just unresolved emotions, that even now, he's never properly let himself examine.

Or it's just the mood of this endless night, the others out too, like him. Thinking about the dead. I would've seen him, he thinks, and there's nothing like yearning for a missed opportunity - 'cause what, did he want to die? No, never.

It makes his face feel tense, his cheeks colour, and he wraps his arms tighter around his crouched knees. ]

I wish they had something happier.

[ I wish I had something happier. But it's childish - to wish over nothing, over something he'd never get. ]