[She asks one question, and he already feels so inadequate. Poorly remembered by the one living person keeping him going, rarely thought of in the last few decades, no chance that'll ever change. But he's the one who led himself down this road, it's his own fault.]

Not hear, exactly. Not in the sense that you know what they're thinking. But you can feel it. Memories, living people telling stories about you... that's what keeps our spirits going.