He looks tantalizingly close to snapping out of his stupor, a little flicker of what might be relief penetrating the bleak despondency of his expression; but then it disappears again, swallowed by the hopelessness surrounding him.

"You're...no, that's. That's impossible. Nobody's coming for me." His gaze drops to the sand, and he huffs ruefully. "You should just...leave now. Nobody stays very long, anyway."