It's a hard question to answer, but because it's one too personal to himself. A purpose he's been struggling with, that's been making him feel this way. What does he do, when everything he can do... why does he deserve to? Who does it serve, when it doesn't do anything about the past? A past that's been somewhat easier to swallow against, but still not gone. Still held onto, or as lingering a presence as it has been since the last platform stop.

I don't know what to do anymore.

"...Then let's not do anything." If his answer is supposed to be anything else, he doesn't know-- doesn't care to know what it is. This is more comfortable. And it's strikingly so, once he's said it. "Let's just...do nothing. We don't have to. Why should we?"

Why should any of them. His hands sit sprawled across his lap, useless.

"I don't want to."