He can see that face, and it hurts him to be doing this, to be picking this apart like a thousand little papercuts, but he has to. Kravitz puts his hands together, a more uncertain motion than he wants with his palm gripping the back of the other.

Kravitz sits down across from Taako, closing the gap but not how he wants, moving his hands onto the table and forcing himself not to touch. "Well... step two is to figure out exactly what's missing, or at least, what around it in the world is wrong. The trick is that these things haven't, haven't gone somewhere exactly, more than it's more like... the world itself has moved. We have moved away from that."

He wants to laugh, to make light of this, but he just can't with that expression on Taako's face. "It's a lot of remembering. Putting things back together. Realizing, perhaps, that the world isn't the right... one."