[It looks like something Lakshmi would have done. Her face, the words from so many days ago flicking through his mind. Clear as anything. It looks close enough to pass for her work.]

Good. That you're not alone. I'm... starting to think it's not something anyone brought here should be.

[Good that she's not as sore around the edges as he is. It still feels like he's trying to reach for things that no longer exist. Trying to hold on with a phantom limb.]

It was deafening. Felt like I was losing my mind. [He looks up from her hands, to her face.] What do you mean? Put with others by themselves? It doesn't work that way. Does it?

[He doesn't say anything to the idea of Bellamy waking up. The memory of their promise, of the shared images of starlight, too harsh against the mental wound.]