Do you know what I did? Suppose it might not work the same way for you, the same way it works for me, but — but.

[ He lifts a hand, points a finger to gesticulate a certain point he's trying to make, reminded of a conversation he'd had a while ago with one of his best friends. A human best friend, for that matter. Someone who's life was too short, taken too soon. ]

I look for new perspectives. After a while, you can't see it. I don't see it. I see a star and it's a big ball of gas, and I know how it starts and I know how it ends, and I was probably there both times. It all just becomes — stuff. But when I've found someone who can see it, I see it.