I don't think he can be told.

[Quiet, and she doesn't tear up, but there's a soft, taut quaver to it. She remembers, vivid and visceral, the way he felt finding his counselor's body, the crashing inevitable sense of the price must be paid. The coin in collusion with the world.]

But - shown. Maybe that. He'll show himself, if he gets the chance. And this place is all chances.