...tends t'be rough on everyone else, rather than you. Y'died. You came back. Everyone arounda ya either feels responsible or guilty or uncomfortable cuz of what happened. Even though com'n back here is a sure thing people don't tend t'handle death well. It ain't just you. People tie themselves up in knots about it all the time. They don't know what t'make of it. Not even the smartest man I know handles it well.

[When you die, you died. There wasn't much else, even when you came back. Dealing with it was always harder on those that got left behind. Seemed like he spent more time coping with the way everyone else coped than handling what happened on his own.]

Again. Y'wanna talk about it, or not talk about it, or just be around someone that won't bug ya about it? I'm here. And I'll always keep some food ready for ya.