The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit and the spirits who will shortly come and take him away.
Too many years have passed between then and now… Yeah, okay moon, I see you, I thought… I got to get going, though. It feels like if I slow down, something might go terribly wrong.
His expression is evidence of his brain telling the rest of his body to divert all the stored chemical energy to the muscles in his face that make his lips pucker in the middle and curl up at the edges. Making him smile makes me smile, and it feels good, until one second later when it doesn’t
