[ He doesn't really know what empathy is — it isn't something inherently recognizable to him — but there's a flicker of it here. For her. ]

It is.

[ His voice is soft. Encouraging. Some part of him recognizes he's speaking to someone who's kin. Maybe not in the same way — he wasn't gonna wake up in a lab, but the back alley thing is maybe a little too relatable — but close enough.

And that's really all he needs to be committed to seeing her get through things. ]

You don't got anything to worry about. Not here. Not like that.

And when we take down the Pleroma — when we win this war — it'll never be like that for anyone ever again.