[ Eyes on the hand over Kel's heart, then on his own nervous gaze. He shakes his head and shrugs, frowning. ]

It seems to be a common experience for those of us brought here against our will. Moreover, it makes sense. Our minds have strange ways of subconsciously twisting our emotions. I can speak from experience as someone much older... The happiest, most joyful memory in your lifetime will still feel less intense than a memory that was particularly hurtful or tragic.

[ He could succeed in every plan ever set forth for him, create the ideal world with his own two hands, and he would still think of Rumi every waking hour.

He clears his throat from the emotion that unavoidably seeped its way into that statement. ]

I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that whatever force brings us here preys on those memories. That's all.