[ These aren't moments he's lived through, but they almost could be. This body isn't shaped the same, but there's no difference in the devastation it feels, exposed to the elements. Ivan dwells on the details for longer than it takes them to dissolve away.

He's never before been let known so concretely that a another person was just like him. He was right to be interested in what she had to say. ]

Not always, but some humans are able to find something more important than themselves.

[ A small black-haired girl is laying with another girl in a field, fluffy and full of flowers yet her large eyes are focused on none of it, only the pink lips laughing above her. Ivan isn't looking at the two of them for very long before he glances to the side, at someone with sloppy silver fringe and a face blotted out by a bright glare that can't really be real, as though that's how he perceives him.

To quiet my fears
I'll drown in you ]

It's my pleasure, Lortel. I'll check on you again.