He didn't know what to say, but luckily this seemed to be one of those times when words weren't necessary. Vaguely he was aware of other limos pulling up, people staring in awe at the disaster that had once been an apartment building, but he didn't spare them much attention. Most of the people he'd befriended were gone, either dead or simply having left, and there was really no one else he needed to say goodbye to - except maybe Luther.
When she took his hand, his first instinct was to pull away; but he didn't. Now wasn't the time, so instead he wrapped his hand around hers and just looked. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke. "I should be glad, you know? This place... it's screwed me over more times than I can count. There were some good things, especially meeting you - but even then it couldn't just let us be happy. If it wasn't for this place, he never... I never would have been..." He trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I forget what it's like to be normal. And yet I can't even be happy to fucking see this place gone."