[ he can tell he's being sincere, is the thing - he's always sincere - and that's even more heartbreaking. he reaches out for a moment, fingers curling, and then commits, setting his hand on his arm, and then over his hand and squeezing it. he must be able to feel it, the sense of something aching for a friend, heartbreak to hear him say such things like it's nothing. ]

Yves, do you hear yourself...? "Today is just harder" - after killing someone that you care for? For all of the times you've repeated experiences like these, alone... do they ever get any easier?