[It's not like he can deny any of it, so he doesn't try—but there's a moment where Ferran grimaces, jaw clenched. He keeps his aim at the sky, but remains still without attempting to search for the invisible fairy. His voice lowers, his tone the sort of someone trying very hard to patiently explain but only partly managing the patience part.]

You can't believe anything a Fae says; their magic is all about tricking people. They can't even stop themselves if they try.

[He says it with an authority that speaks to experience—because he knows what that feels like, that nature that he struggled against in the past this reflection represents.]

I have to get rid of it. That thing my responsibility; isn't that much obvious?