[He removes his glasses to rub at his eyes. He just doen't know. Once upon a time, in these halls, with this friend, he'd felt so sure and certain, so prepared even when facing the unknown. With his friend by his side, they could accomplish anything.]

Different. That's all we can ask for. We couldn't stop what we didn't know, then. We have to focus on what we do know, now.

[It's hard to imagine things being worse. But this is Final Destination City. Things can always be worse.]

We've come back to stop the past. Perhaps the past is trying to stop us. To derail, and dishearten. It's rebelling just as we have.

[Of course there's no consciousness to this place. He knows that, he's not a child anymore. But to think of things in such ways helps him to organize his thoughts, at least a little.]