[ Rick will always be a touchy subject for him. It's not often you say you lost someone twice, that the person you loved the most was killed twice. But he appreciates the condolences and the attempt to comfort all the same and he can only nod in reply, his mouth a thin line. He looks... tired, his gaze listless for a moment. ]

I didn't, not for a long time. [ There's a thick swallow, his voice a little hoarse. ] I, uh— I started up again, though. Portraits. That's what I do, mostly. And— here? I guess it's a good way to pass the time.

[ They have so much of it on their hands. He's started drawing more. Portraits of his parents, his sister. Amy. Even Rick. There's even ones of the people here, too.

He's quiet for a long while before he finally sits up again. It's uncomfortable to dwell on it all, and hey— he's doing art again so it's fine, right? It's totally fine. Anyway— ]

I guess we should use whatever this— [ Kieren gestures above them. This weird... sky shit. ] is to our advantage and try to see if we can tell what the hell happened in this place while we can.

[ Who knows how long it'll last. ]