"Christ." Jay holds his head again, fingers scraping through his hair. "Well I can't ascend or whatever, so why's it doing this to me, I mean, my life was always fucking dire situations before this and it killed me, I don't see what it can gain from making me go through all of it again."

He huffs out a breath and goes quiet. He feels like he's ranting now, just babbling to fill the space. He doesn't want to talk to this guy anymore, he's so goddamn nice and reasonable and wise, it makes him feel small and stupid. He is small and stupid. He's not interesting. There's nothing here to see, just bones to play with.