[A faint sigh leaves him through his nose.]

So you don't know much, either. [A shame if true, but he'll just have to keep looking, keep asking.] To go through all that and only be met with silence in return... another injustice to a place supposedly meant for atonement.

[With that near-mournful remark, he takes another sip from his glass. A moment after that and a thoughtful pause, he turns back to Scott, drink still in hand. His tone and the way he leans against the counter hopefully implies a real interest in the young man's opinion.]

What do you make of it? This world.