[ Albedo feels like someone else saying something like that in the first place (like the imposter someone once claimed he was, according to what pieces he had written down. A fake and other such unkind things he had taken care to write. All sordid pieces which necessitated a record so that he would not lose history of such pains.)

It doesn't seem like a kindness, only self-indulgent, and selfish. But, maybe he is being a bit hard on himself.

It's always easier to criticize himself than anyone else. Yet, he remembers when Skeith had asked if it was pity instead of respect, and that genuinely made him angry as well. Perhaps because he knows he himself is used to being misunderstood. Still, there is one person who has come to understand him very well. ]

...I imagine that it was the truth, indeed. Hien would not be the type of person to keep from indicating, in whatever way that it so happens to be, about whether a dish was palatable or not. Though, it is a pity I have not had the opportunity to sample your food.

[ He doesn't smile, the mood isn't right for that, and he is a bit stoic most of times, as Noé himself knows. But, his gaze is warm, his hand holding on firmly still after that supportive hand squeeze.

Though, there is another pause as Albedo closes his eyes, giving a shuddering sigh. Yes, neither of them have to be alone in their pain, do they? He is used to that. But, things are different now. ]

At times, I wonder what it is I have done to deserve someone as kind and compassionate as you are.