[Look, just because he was slow to share doesn't mean he doesn't like to indulge in his fair share of drama when it happens. He cracks an awful kind of smile at the question, sharp like a knife and not half as pretty. To be fair, he's not precisely the most reliable narrator in the world about this particular period of his life. But what can you do.]

Beats me. Can't say I was ever consulted on the matter.

[Just thrown in headfirst and set to sinking or swimming from there. Spiritual red could mean anything or nothing to him. How to you quantify something like that? Unless in vague measures of potential madness, post-traumas, lies you stopped having the luxury of letting yourself have faith in? This boy wonder just ain't what he used to be, but how much of that can be contributed to cost? Reminds him why he hadn't bothered to pursue the kickstart of his new existence, much. The more sense you try to pry out of it, the more it feels like a waste of energy that could be used elsewhere.]

I don't think I know how to go about answering that. Unless you really think I'm here because someone gambled on the Pet Sematary and I just didn't come out right.

[As if the timeline fixing they're doing is just removing him from it again in the first place.]