"The library?" Doc doesn't know what happened in the library. "Do you wish to talk about what you heard, in the Gull and in the library?" he asks quietly. He has a rough idea, if it's similar to what was in the house he was in. Still it doesn't hurt to have Neal talk about what's bothering him.
As for Rey, however, that is difficult. Even for someone like Doc who creates dead bodies.
"Forgive me for initiating inappropriate dinner talk, but. Perhaps it is not simply a matter of being confronted by a reminder of our mortality." A memento mori shoved in your face when you least expect it in amidst all the confusion is one thing.
"Perhaps it was her loneliness, frozen in time. This... feeling like she had been abandoned, left to the elements, like common refuse left on the side of the road. That no one cared for her. That some stranger would perchance stumble upon her on an aimless roam and feel completely inept, unable to help her. Maybe it is that which is bothering you?"
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As for Rey, however, that is difficult. Even for someone like Doc who creates dead bodies.
"Forgive me for initiating inappropriate dinner talk, but. Perhaps it is not simply a matter of being confronted by a reminder of our mortality." A memento mori shoved in your face when you least expect it in amidst all the confusion is one thing.
"Perhaps it was her loneliness, frozen in time. This... feeling like she had been abandoned, left to the elements, like common refuse left on the side of the road. That no one cared for her. That some stranger would perchance stumble upon her on an aimless roam and feel completely inept, unable to help her. Maybe it is that which is bothering you?"