His throat bobs as he works through the lump that's forming there. He didn't come here to talk about Mary. He hadn't attended this vigil for his own grief.

Even so, when asked he can't turn down a chance to remember her as she was.

"She- she would've loved how peaceful it is," he begins, but pauses to clear his throat. "The community, the people... she would've really liked them, too."

He turns as if he's looking back out at the cemetery again, taking the chance to quickly wipe his eyes. When he turns back it's with a tired sort of resolution. "I have to know," he begins. "How close have people come to finishing our side of this deal?"

He figures it's obvious enough -- if Mary really is alive, he needs to get back as soon as possible if he wants to find her.