[The question draws the man further into his thoughts, and even he doesn't have the awareness to hide how he stops really looking at Dante, and starts looking through them, at something only he can see.
He could respond with something vague. Express his desire to solve the problems of his own life, rather than whatever's happening here. But even with his years and years of practice of keeping everything internal under his public face, he can't brush this aside.
Supposedly, speaking about things is supposed to help one to cope. It's what he kept parroting to Ferran, in any case. In a voice much more quiet than before:]
Someone in my care was severely injured. [His eyes slide slowly to a distant spot on some booth.] And then I awoke here.
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He could respond with something vague. Express his desire to solve the problems of his own life, rather than whatever's happening here. But even with his years and years of practice of keeping everything internal under his public face, he can't brush this aside.
Supposedly, speaking about things is supposed to help one to cope. It's what he kept parroting to Ferran, in any case. In a voice much more quiet than before:]
Someone in my care was severely injured. [His eyes slide slowly to a distant spot on some booth.] And then I awoke here.