[ It's blunt, but it's honest. Sort of a way that - like isn't a word, but it's reality.

He isn't uncomfortable from the knowledge at least, walking with the centaurian to head into the train, to the musical carriage. ]

Not fun, huh? I mean, at least you can tell them it might not be for long. That's about the only good thing I know to tell anyone when I talk to them.

[ And sometimes it's true, sometimes it isn't. There's no telling who'll be around for maybe a month or two, or going onto six. ]