[ He didn’t say anything for a while as he digested Sizhui’s words, resting his head on his knees.

After a long moment: ]

... I can understand feeling lonely. [ Quietly. ] Even with so many people here...

[ He trailed off, miserably. Turned his head to look the other way. ]

I want to feel like I’m supposed to be somewhere, but it all feels wrong. I— it’s not that I don’t want my uncle to feel— happy, or—

[ Ugh. ]

Why would he have chosen someone that stole my father’s sword? [ Miserably. ] I know he doesn’t remember, but couldn’t he have figured out how much that would hurt?