Wu nodded in understanding over that, reaching up to fix his collar idly, even if he left the shirt untucked and rumpled overall. "It is good that you can see this for yourself," he encouraged, "And many things do not heal, as you say, because if they did, we would not be changed by them. We would only be the people we had always been."
Sage advice, perhaps, dispensed by an aging man who had carried that lesson for far too long. "We shall speak again, after dinner perhaps?" he asked, realizing it was one of the few times he directly asked Carmel something, wanting that direct feedback from her. Needing it, really, because the sum total of their talk was compiling in Wu's head, and now? He wanted solitude, some chance to think on it.