"He's lonely, yes; it's why I keep waking up lonely. Still, it doesn't excuse putting people in harm's way because he's seeking companionship; especially when he's more than aware of what it does to them, and what follows him," Shaking his head, Troy lifted his mug to sip at it, thinking as he watched ahead of himself. Staring at the wall for a long moment, he then looked back at his cousin, even as he set the mug down.
"Perhaps, it's more than a Mantle. I've learned that, being in his mind. It's not a title, or an honor, or even a name; it's an oath, a promise, and an ideal in more ways than anything I've ever seen before. It truly means something to him, it's imperative, engraved onto both of his hearts. It's his truest identity, and he feels so sad after each loss, but he keeps doing it, keeps finding a way into that life. It's a tragic tale more than a fantastic one, even if the places and people are wondrous."
Troy waved that off, realizing he was rambling, and then leaned forward as he looked at her, "Pull up your phone, Google some sort of equation, or scientific fact that you know I'd never know, and I'll prove it to you. I could go and name every start in the night sky, right now, if we could see it through the smog that is. It's mesmerizing, terrifying, amazing all at the same time. It's burning me--"
He stopped there and held up a hand, "Not like that, it's just... so much information. Human brains shouldn't know this much."