[He follows suit, leaning against the house beside her, still keeping his voice quiet, calm, and... oddly empathetic. Maybe he picked up some of that from Charlotte...]

...I can't imagine the things you might've seen in your world. The stuff nightmares are made of, is all I can guess.

But the answer... might be simpler than you're making it. [He turns his head to look up at her; one of the few people so much taller than him. He makes sure he locks his blue eyes on hers before he continues.] You just have to face them with the same courage and strength you show every day.

Stand tall. Even if terrible things have happened, things that still haunt your mind. They will only defeat you if you let them.