Cole's been trying not to read, letting the awareness of Them keep his senses occupied but then her hand rests in his, grasps and his hand twitches closed reflexively, gripping back.

"Aradia Maid of Time, the dead whisper and whimper and wail and the Ouija chooses for her what needs to be heard." His free hand drifts up, tracing a curled shape near his head. "Benevolent in her faith that all will be right, time unfolds and flows as should be. Ami-is-Aradia-is-Ami-" He breaks away, not violently, just draws back. "Ami won't cease to be. Aradia simply will. Two memories. One person. The caterpillar doesn't die just because it's a butterfly. Does that help?"