Everything feels that way. That's the thing about people. We keep reaching, no matter how small we are.

For better or for worse.

[ Despite the heaviness of his words, the appearance of the little cake makes Rhy smile. He nods in her direction, a silent thanks, and tries a bite. ]

We're here for a reason. To help.

[ He has to believe that. In light of everything he's lost-- there has to be a reason, one he can trust in, one that will do real good in this world. Perhaps other worlds as well. ]