Trying only goes so far from a mortal person, I'm afraid. After all, it's-... likely that to him you were the second or third Flynn in the town and that you were long dead. That's how I saw my own mortal companions. It makes attempts to help, ah...difficult. Painful, even.

[He swallows. He doesn't want to discourage Flynn but it's an unfortunate truth. The thing that had kept him grounded, in the end, hadn't been his self-appointed mission to see the mortals were as comfortable as he could make them, but the fact that Beckett was still alive, even if he had abandoned his sapience along the way to keep from breaking.]