For the people he cares about, he's patient. He waits for Wilhelm as he grapples with his explanation, with the blame he places on himself.

"You wanted to survive. You wanted your friends to survive."

They took advantage of him. His fear, his memories of his brother. Kahlil goes silent for a moment, his hand remaining in place on the quilt.

"Months ago, when the heralds appeared to us in that place like Horizon - I saw things too. I believed my sister was with me." His younger sister. He's told Wilhelm before that he lost her, that she passed. It's the easiest explanation for something complicated and painful.

"When Horizon returned to normal, I believed she followed me back from that place. That it... wasn't just me making her appear there when I wanted to."

He's never expressed this aloud before. He's even told people his belief that she followed him back from the strange domain-like place made of storage container rooms. He shakes his head, glancing out the window.

"We all have weaknesses. We're all a little fucking stupid, sometimes."