This fucking guy. He sighs deeply when Garrot just goes and declares his intention like that! Like it's nothing! He knew the man was a fucking mess, but he thought he was a little more put together then all this.

"It won't... help," he says after a moment, firmly, tilting his head just slightly so he can meet Garrot's eyes. He wants to hold his gaze. He wants this guy to actually listen to him for once.

"One of the people who... One of the reasons I have nightmares," he says, trying to pick his words carefully, "I found out he died a couple years ago." His eyebrows raise significantly, hoping Garrot can see where he's going.

"I still have nightmares." He pauses there, letting the words hang as he leans forward, getting as close as he can without just crawling into Garrot's lap. He's clearly trying to figure out the nicest way to say what he wants to say. The truth of it is harsh, but he's trying to help. "Even if you're able to kill her, permanently, you'll still have to live in a world without him. There are more important things then survival and murder in all this."

He glances off to the side after that, chewing his lip. "I meditate differently from you. I can teach you my way, if you like. I think it might help you... process? Everything?"