The sunshine was already there. He didn't say it, tried not to even think it-- But it was fine, it really was. The storm, if it even was one, was over, and he could admire with a distant resignation and be happy for this. For them. For all the potential future they had even for the madness in this mad world. This was what putting your affairs in order felt like, perhaps, of accepting the great looming darkness with open arms and letting it wash over you like the tide.

"Thank you." For many things. "I'm glad I came." For this. To see it. To be here. To be a part of it even in the background.