I don't know about that.

[He's not always kind. He hasn't always been kind either. In the five years following the Shadowlord taking Yonah from him, he had become some a drastically hardened man. Remnants of that man still touch him now. Perhaps the only reason he can be this kind in this moment, in this place, to these people, is because he understands his part in that story came to an end the moment he gave himself up for Kainé.

Before he can fall into those thoughts, he grins.]

There's actually a young woman here who likes to tell me often that I'm too nice. Never lets me hear the end of it either. Maybe you've seen her. White hair. Bandaged up arm. Tends to wear this little light blue ensemble. Kind of swears a lot.

[Even as he's describing her, he can't help the flutters of joy that come being able to know they can be in this world together.]

Her name's Kainé, if that helps.