It comes and goes. That is the nature of that particular beast. [He meets people all the time that he knows will come and go, too. To say it bothers him all that much would go against the image he tries to portray of himself as some kind of strong, unaffected asshole. He feels guilty sometimes, outliving them all, and not being able to remember all their faces as clearly as when they had been alive. He doesn't know how to untangle grief from guilt from regret. Far easier to just push everything into a bottle of bootleg liquor and be done with it.]

But I doubt you came here to dredge up all this history. I only wish there were more pleasant topics that this town would give us to discuss.