"So I suppose the healing cannot happen without closure?" he asks, lifting his head and turning towards Malcolm a bit. Chin up at least even if his eyes stay a little downcast. He's not sure what to think, how to feel about things happening in a rigid structure, in pre-packaged stages. Finding answers at the bottom of a glass, it tends to feel a lot more chaotic.

"Healing for yourself or healing for the other people?" he clarifies.