[He's gotten better at it, a little. It's a while before he says anything - if Tear looks, she's find him fiddling with some of few flowers trong enough to hold on through this season. They'll be frostkill soon, too, but until then they're growing as best they can.

Not unlike the rest of the Tower, really.]

It feels like the disappearances outweigh the arrivals, now. Maybe we won't have to worry about the clock running down, because we'll all be gone by then.

[It's a dark, pessimistic thought.]