You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just-- not accustomed to this sort of thing.

[To having wounds that can't be instantly healed--physical ones, anyway. To being weak and vulnerable where everyone can see it. To feeling stifled and alone all at once, without the warmth of his brothers' embrace to hide in.

He hesitates, then looks up, meeting her gaze. For once, he actually looks his age, his own eyes dark and tired.]

Lili-san? The things they tell us about our home worlds... do you believe them?