[ Maybe he is wrong. But maybe it's not so terrible to leave him with that illusion a little longer.

Michel glances aside awkwardly, wondering if he's said too much. But this once it's a fleeting uncertainty. Is he so perpetually gloomy that he's allergic now to saying anything positive? He's managed on at least a few occasions these past few years. ]

I believe everyone has something that they can't let themselves let go of. Knowing what that means to you is a strength. ...However, I won't deny the stubbornness.

[ And Ganymede himself had already seemed proud of that, so Michel allows himself to snort softly at the thought. ]

After, yes. I wondered what your goal was.

[ Is it prying? Is it envy? He wants to know what light draws Ganymede forward with such unrelenting certainty. ]