It's a very specific skillset, in fairness. Mazes, I mean. I don't know what I'm doing, either. Don't tell, though.

[It honestly really sucks to admit that out loud. This whole thing has been a mess. He's resentful of it, frustrated and exhausted. It's sort of a relief to just talk, even if it's about something sad.]

[Admittedly, this is Maya's sadness, not his. He knows himself well enough to know death is one of those things he just can't fix. So he bumps Maya's shoulder with his shoulder instead.]

I don't have any siblings. But it sounds nice. To have someone you can count on and believe in like that . . . I'm sorry she's not here with you, Maya.