"The major difference is in what it provides for the one talking and the one listening. Sometimes people just need to talk and don't actually need to hear anything in return. Sometimes people just want to spill words out, freeing themselves from the burden of their thoughts. Sometimes people want to be spoken back to. Either way, Aoba, I'm here for. Just because I may not agree with something you say doesn't mean you shouldn't say it or that I don't want to hear it. People don't grow without alternative insight," the Titan shrugged, leaning forward on the balcony railing, propping himself on his elbows. It brought him down to the other man's height. Ghost, for his part, had long since drifted out into the open air, though his eye was turned towards the Traveler hanging over the city and not the beautiful landscape. His thoughts were on other matters entirely.

"But quiet is fine, too," he added after a moment of thought, tilting enough to prop his cheek in one hand. "I wish I could offer some kind of relevant comfort in regards to the state of the universe, though. I'm not sorry you're here at all, but I am sorry you have to witness the distant future and imagine it so dismal. Especially when it's lifetimes away from your era. Your world has...centuries of bliss to look forward to. And I imagine someday it'll return to that. Even after all this. I suppose nothing is without it's difficulties."