"Yeah, he's not been taking it very well." He's been taking it pretty damn bad at times, to be honest. Perhaps it has something to do with age as well. Shuji died at a much younger age than Koutarou did.

"I have faith in you, at some point you will be able to find some ease in it." He can't know when that will happen, but at some point.

He hums, rubbing a nail against the rim of his cup. "The soul is a complicated matter. For me and Shuji-kun, we have two lives fitted in one after the other with the same soul, but I don't know about this place. It feels a little peculiar, if they are still there at the same time as we are here." But maybe he's taking the thought of this being after another death so easily is because he's died before.