[He's...not too sure how to continue this. Going on about how Carlos is gone again would probably be the wrong road to go down for now, but he's not feeling especially optimistic.

So the best Namine can get is this:]

It never really gets easier, I'm afraid.

It can only become...less of a surprise every time, I think. Like if you spent your life knowing there's a faceless old woman secretly living in your home, but you just carry on as if she isn't there, because she's so elusive she might as well not be--and then every time you're reminded she exists, it shocks you despite your passively knowing she still lives there.

[Okay, maybe that's not the best analogy, but this is Cecil.]