You are your own man, above my manipulations, for if you were as weak-willed as any other, you may have already pulled the trigger. I simply wish for your success in your endeavours, be it... finding who killed your brother, taking revenge, or otherwise. You have told me you will go as far as it takes in the past, yet that distance is nebulous as fog over the ocean.

[Passenger opts to sit down, on the corner of his bed, legs crossed prim and proper. He's dressed down, not wearing his overcoat today, and it gives a certain level of casualness to what is an otherwise extremely dark conversation.]

Aside from your success, I want to see what happens. I have no control over the outcome... not as much as you do, anyhow. [Then, he taps his fingers over his lips, because Sesa is not allowed to leave this room without further acknowledgement of that, thank you.] This was not so shallow a gesture as your paranoia may have you believe.