It's an odd feeling, the sensation of loneliness that washes over him. Because at his core, there is part of Elias Bouchard that is lonely. Anyone he could have possibly called a friend died a hundred years ago and there are so many things about his current self that nobody knows. And, based on that lovely little vision of his death he saw, he is going to die alone, killed by the Archivist. It's at this point Elias realizes just how easy it would be to slip into the Lonely's soft touches.

He can't help himself: he lets out a small noise of something close to despair when he feels the sensation of isolation hit in his core. Hopefully Raine hasn't noticed? But let's be honest, they noticed.

"Yes, well there's one very obvious problem with that," he muses, trying to turn himself so that he's at least facing in the direction that he thinks Raine is, still wanting to make eye contact even though he can't actually see right now. "It's easy to get turned around when things are...chaotic."