[ Bodhi sighs, shoves his hands deep into his pockets and looks away, before answering. ]

I can't really say that it gets easier, if I'm honest. Sometimes it's not so bad. Almost normal, even. Well - depending on your definition of normal. But it's quiet, and relatively calm. [ It's not really his definition of normal, and it's not even as if he would be alive to even feel as much, if it weren't for being here, but -- ] Other times, everything is exploding around us and it feels like we're all doomed.

[ What a great, talk, right? ]

... I'm probably not helping much, am I?