[ heine shrugs too. maybe there isn't anything wrong with it; maybe midnight is right. he has lived a life full of the practical concerns of survival and safety, as midnight so concisely puts it, and as a result has little more than practical goals. from the moment he escaped that underground hell it's been a matter of trying desperately stay alive long enough to make those practical goals a reality.

but when he really thinks about it—

all heine has spent his whole life doing is surviving just to die, and he's not entirely sure that that's what he wants to keep doing forever. but all of that's a long story and not at all one he's sure midnight cares to hear, so he just closes his hands into loose fists and looks over at midnight instead. ]

I don't think anything you just said sounds mundane at all. [ but go off, heine guesses! ] It's not a bad way to think about it. Being kind because you have the... space for it, or whatever.

[ the emotional bandwidth, as it were. ]

You gonna be okay getting home?