[ Something softens in Michel's gaze, but at the same time, his hand jerks slightly in Ganymede's hold. As if he would lift it to cover Ganymede's mouth superstitiously before that thought can find some unseen listener. ]

I don't... wish any harm on her. She's the mother of my nephews. I don't want to find that I could feel joy at causing my family pain.

[ He's grateful for the anger on his behalf. And he's tired. He shakes his head a little, eyes sliding half closed as if he would fall asleep like this, Ganymede still in his arms as the move unhurriedly around the empty docks. ]

You didn't see what happened when you escaped?

[ He doesn't know the story, and it's probably as sore for Ganymede as his memories are for him. But Ganymede is still moving, always moving. It's soothing. ]