Brutal honesty. Maybe it came with being dead, the lack of a brain-to-mouth filter. Elliot — the living Elliot — would've softened a blow like that, possibly even tried to put a humorous twist on it. Not now, though. He blinked impassively at his brother's heated response to his words, but didn't say anything. His point had been made and believed.
"Don't try to excuse it, because there's nothing to excuse. You didn't want people to think you're crazy, and didn't want to believe it yourself. I get it." He shrugged. That was all there was to it. Had the living Elliot witnessed a spectral David wandering through the halls of the Liberty safehouse, he would've thought he'd gone mad as well. Would he have ignored his ghostly brother, though? They'd never know the answer to that.
"Your 'stupid mistakes' saved a lot of lives, David," Elliot pointed out. "If you hadn't thrown that pot? Those people would've probably murdered everyone. You saved lives." Elliot shook his head when his brother said it should've been he who had died. "Better that it was me," he repeated. "If I'd been the one to lose my little brother, I couldn't have kept on going. You'll get through this, man. I know you will. You made it four years without me."
In all honesty, he hadn't expected any of his usual jokes to make David feel better about all of this. It had been worth a try, though. Elliot lifted his chin when his brother said he deserved to move on. "Move on where? For all I know, this is it. I don't know what to do or where to go, so I'm thinking it's a safe bet to say... this is where I'm supposed to be. Watching over you. Keeping your ass out of trouble. I'm okay with that."
Brushing his fingers through his hair, he gave some thought to his next question, before finally asking it. "Hey, do you... do you think you could get a message to Rae for me?" He moistened his lips and glanced down. "She can't see me. I've been watching her... I need to tell her that I'm okay."