[Things that are super wonderful when used on teenagers: harps that heighten emotions of a teenager who's already a little shaky and suppresses as much as possible. He still doesn't like that answer though and it's obvious from the way he's shifting on his feet, debating if he wants to stomp off to go figure it out or settle in to let Joshua talk him through it. His hand runs through his hair again, tugging on his bangs slightly. He's too jumpy, unsettled by the fact that he doesn't know how to solve this one.]

What if I don't want to embrace the more illogical part? There's always a logical answer and maybe it'll just go away. The harp can't keep playing forever. [There's quiet then, before--] …I don't know how to follow it in my dreams anyway.

['I don't want to. I don't want to see what else is there.']