Devin is familiar with carrying grief around like a lead weight around his neck, tucked away from the eyes of others. He himself has not ever really dealt with the loss of what few friends he has had, even those who died decades ago. Though their situations are quite different, the Fool's sorrow does not feel alien to him. Fitz's departure is still raw, and the Dreaming has left the Fool with a painful situation that may never be resolved.

"You cannot change the past," Devin begins simply. The Fool knows this, but it bears repeating. "But keep in mind, Fool, that as far as anyone knows, we don't remember the events that happen here when we return to our worlds. I certainly didn't remember, until I came back. The time spent in the Dreaming is... like the space between heartbeats. Liminal and ephemeral."

He raises his eyes to the prophet, who calls himself Devin's friend. Just as he would not see the Fool become sick, he would not see him hurt, either, but his ability to help is so much more limited here. His methods are practical and blunt, not to mention often unhealthy, and ill-suited to the delicate nature of this pain.

"As I see it, you can either dwell in regret over the way you parted last - which ultimately was entirely out of your control - or you can let it go," Devin reasons quietly. "Grieve that he's gone, Fool, but you don't need to go looking for burdens to bear and to beat yourself with. It would serve no purpose."