It'd be nice to have an answer, wouldn't it? Some kind of reassurance. Some kind of consolation that he won't hurt people, that he won't stop feeling things, that maybe he's not just running off fumes the way he seemed to be, standing over his best friend's grave.

It'd be nice.

"I don't know." They can't know, unless anything changes, can they? Can't know unless maybe someone tries to turn him blue and something of a shattered remnant of a ghost of a SOUL emerges instead. Can't know at all unless things get bad.

"We can't know."