"--yes! Yes. Something like that!" She startled him out of his reverie--but Foster is... relieved, honestly. Yes, relieved. Relieved to be understood. Without effort. Without repetition.

Well, more repetition than is natural for him, anyway.

"Thinking.... gets tiring. I thought that pain was the only way to shut it off. Or if my mind isn't my own... but! The other side of death is... well, even dying itself is quiet--at the end, at least."