[He will die under the weight of perception anyway...

There's a little lapse into silence after that, though, and he briefly glances away from the garden and back in the direction he'd come from. Thinking about the conversations he's had and how everyone was doing.]

...We're all doing what we can. I don't find it a trouble to support others as far as I'm able, though it's frustrating to only be able to do that much. But thank you.

[He does sound genuine in his thanks.]