[ the first question is loaded and not something eliot can really answer for-- he takes a peek at the name --kol. however people choose to mourn, however strangely or impossibly ridiculous, if it helps at all, then it's more important than what anyone else thinks about it. not that he's an expert even slightly because he has his own share of things to reconcile that he's still learning to do, still struggling to be braver about, but what he does know of having made and sent of boats with quentin the day before is that even if one doesn't know if there will be any meaning, one's heart will always answer on its own. ]

In some respects, yes. [ there's no real way to absolve how quentin had died in front of quentin, but maybe that's why he's here again, wanting some other kind of closure of his own. ] But life is. Complicated and not at all what you always expect it to be.

[ he rolls his head a bit as he speaks, trying to gesture the peculiarity of it all on top of the reality. ]

That's why thinking about leaping is a mistake though. Not all of it's going to make sense, but it doesn't really have to. That's just. Life. [ he looks toward kol, then. ] You know?