... Okay. You, too.

[There's always that tug-of-war.

There are things he genuinely can't carry anymore, but he doesn't know where to put them, doesn't want to add to the burdens of others. None of them can shoulder the enormity of everything inflicted on them here, and the road ahead has always been long and now seems fathomless.

For now, they walk together. He adds, much softer:]

Thank you.