[Ah… not much optimism, from someone who seemed so cheery at first. Basil would love to make it better, but the feeling lingers that he’s said too much as-is....

[He shakes his head.]

I didn’t realize I would get yours… but that’s okay. I don’t need to know mine that badly.

[He almost thought the boy’s was his. But Basil won’t be reborn; he’s going straight to Hell.]

I think we can leave now, if you want… there’s lots of stalls here to try.