[Crane reaches out and cradles the mug between his hands, delicately grasping in a manner that won't burn his fingers. He watches the steam and settles into a comfortable silence. There is more to think about than tea and company.]

I am glad it offers some comfort, then.

[His words come after a while. Unfinished, as he has more to say.]

But in this world everything becomes more than a memory. It seems to adopt a life of its own, doesn't it?