There always is. This is a trial. [The view on the tv shifts inward to one man at the fire guiding a child with familiar blue hair through writing lines. Lines in one language and then another.

Kaeya ignores it.] The point is always about discussing something. Working together. Or something related to bonds. Or what holds us back - potential according to The Fox.

[His tone is faintly bitter. The group of people at the fire look up, their pupils all diamond shaped. The papers the boy wrote are cast into the flames. And the boy waits for the adults to be distracted and saves a piece of a page. He tucks it away.]