They're too alike in some ways, aren't they? Both afraid of screwing up and being abandoned. Both absolutely sure it's inevitable. Both up on a mountain, not talking to each other.

He lies back in the leaves and dirt, eventually, staring up at the stars instead. He may have been on Enso a while, but they're still nice to look at. Nicer than they are back where he belongs--too much light pollution these days, even in the land of the dead. (Colorful lights though! Just as nice in their own way.) Pretty soon he's dozed off like the filthy hobo he is...