Elijah nodded, just once. "I suppose you're right." His lips twisted in a bit of a grimace, self-mocking. In a burst of rare openness, he added, "I don't think it's the answers or conversation I'm dreading so much as the aftermath." He paused, not knowing how to clarify. "The divide between how I think I should feel and how I feel and what I'm upset about and what I'm not, and the guilt inherent in all of that."