I've sort of met one now, I suppose. Or -- was him. I much prefer being myself. The alternate of my father was more or less the same.

[ He sighs heavily. He hadn't meant to talk about any of that, but clearly some part of him is still stuck on it.

Still, he softens at Otto's gracious deflection, even if he wishes the man would take it. ]

You'll forgive me if I'm slow to assume grace and warmth from someone who is [ Uh, father like would be weird, Balthier ] older than me and had fair reason to be upset. My father was -- not the gentlest person, and I fear his patterns are the baseline for me when dealing with others.