MK leaned into the touch and nodded. He sighed himself as his eyes stayed on the candle.

"It was like they couldn't let it go. ...Like her. Like something just...got in their heads. I don't know. It's hard to let go of a dream, I guess." He looked at Wukong again.

"He really cared for you, I think. Even if it got buried under all his anger and resentment."