Wolfgang thinks about that for a bit -- actually thinks about it, because it makes sense. He is certainly the last person to judge anyone for their response to things like -- well, that. Instead he wishes he could be more like that, enthusiastic about celebrating life, and getting drunk in order to do it.

But he's not like that. He drinks so he can die for a little while, but without the commitment.

There are a lot of things he could say in response, like how he's glad that people are able to move on, that in spite of how horrible Baedal can be he likes the vibrancy of the city and how it's okay to be weird here. He likes a lot of the people, he's met a lot of them, there's a lot he could say. All of it feels pithy. He ends up not saying anything, which says enough; he looks out across the river instead, dead around the eyes. He's always quiet and he's never been good at putting on masks.