[ no. no, it doesn't get better. he felt it, he felt the awful twist of love and despair in his memories. strong emotions, strong compassion, strong hurt, and never, ever setting down the load. ]

As you still yet lived at home? As you still yet carried the losses of all those who left? [ he squeezes again - pressing gentle, but still pressing. ] Why, here, must you be the person to carry these loads alone?