"When my family disappeared, and I was alone, I kept telling myself it was going to be okay. I pushed myself on, looking for them. I never faltered. I kept myself in good spirits and ignored anything that might drag me down. And, in the end, they came home. Chan and mom and Aleister... they all came back. My faith paid off." He sighed wistfully. "I don't... I don't know how to cope with feeling like this. I can't... bury it. It won't go away."
He scuffed a paw in the dirt, thinking. What did he always do when he wanted to bury something nasty? He thought about things he was grateful for, thought about things he was looking forward to. While he'd been alone, he always looked forward to finding his family. He looked forward to his visits home, and when nobody was there he talked to his dad's grave to ease his loneliness. When he missed Staryn, he focused on having his mom and brother back. He couldn't find anything now that was strong enough to bury Chan's departure. All the old things were already there, still covering what they'd buried to begin with. He was running out of ideas.