Maxwell had no sympathy for him. Truthfully, he actually felt a little a rush of karmic justice, watching the man bend and sway.

It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

"The candle is a symbol of our faith, lit for those lost. I'll take it when I know he's gone." And he would stand firm there, until someone bigger than Jason Compson made him move.

Stepping down into the common room, he began to cross to the elevator-box.

"In the meantime, you could try looking up the word 'friend.' I know it sounds foreign, but I promise it's a real thing for most people."