Grieve?

[ The single word isn't accompanied by a derisive snort but only because surprise overwhelms it, momentarily taken aback by a question he hadn't expected. What would it mean to grieve? In the Crown City, there would've been an official ceremony. A day of mourning. Then, far too soon after that, Noctis's own coronation.

None of that would've helped him. What would grieving look like for him, divorced from tradition? Maybe there's no time for that on Eos... and maybe there is time here. ]

Nah.

... I told you I picked up some new memories, like you did. So... it was like I woke up again here and just felt it all. [ "Looking forward is frightening but looking back hurts too badly." That's it, exactly, and it's just more confirmation that Kaladin isn't lying to him. He's felt this feeling, he's experienced this bone-deep tiredness that isn't alleviated by sleep or quiet.

Sometimes it's like he's even too tired for the emotion that lurks behind a moody exterior, struggling to meet Kaladin's eyes with that numb expression. ]

So what do you do about it? How does just talking help you know you're doing the right thing?