[What is worse, he wonders. Is it worse to kill family when you're an adult and in full control and thought of your actions? Or as a child, not fully realizing your actions? Or perhaps Kaveh did know.

But he does relate. Horribly, really, he does.

Daan slides his free hand into his pocket.]

I told something similar to Vergilius, you know. In my desperate attempt to have him hate me. It was the truth, of course, despite its... complications. But I said it, thinking to myself that would be it. This would be the reason for him to hate me, and I thought I was prepared to be on my own, because I'm frankly used to that.

...He didn't. He said he couldn't. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what the man sees in me, even right now.

But you... being you, that's probably enough for Alhaitham. What seems to be an easy thing to him, because of what he sees in you. Even if you can't. Even if you see nothing worth being loved. I don't know the man, but it wouldn't surprise me if that's all the answer he needed to give, because it makes sense to him.

Or I could be talking out of my ass. Who knows.