[ That tone does not escape him. There is contempt on the surface of her words, and in some regard, he knows the feeling that likely lies beyond: The bitter taste of isolation.

The feeling is inescapable. It could be as simple as having a conversation in which no one shares your perspective, or it could be as obvious as walking the city streets. All those in the crowd laugh and engage in conversation with one another while the loneliness swallows you whole. It's an abyss.

So it is with all sincerity that he offers her a few words. ]

I hope that you are able to find the same in due time, for there are few other wounds as deadly as solitude.