"No," Leon smiled and shook his head. "I meant after you leave St. Margaret's. After this is all over. All the high school parties, all the dressing up to go drink at a grungy bar and hit on humans in Camden. All of this." Leon's finger pointed down at the table, tapping it twice before he looked up at Lilie again.
"Take it from a former Expert. The end creeps up on you really fast and you look back and realize--" Leon stopped himself from saying 'that you've wasted your time', partly because he didn't want Lilie to think he was talking about her and her choice of hobbies, criticizing her - even if he kind of was, internally - but mostly because he didn't want her to know he was talking about himself. His nearly four years had been spent honing a craft and worshipping a faith that would never find him again. Now he was starting from scratch with no direction and a pile at his feet of what he once was. A pile at his feet and a bag at his side, ready to be buried.
"You realize it's ending and you have to leave and start your real life." He finished instead, not looking at Lilie anymore. He lifted the water and drank, if only so he could have something to do with his hands.