And yet he keeps coming back. Or--letting them come back. That's a brave thing, is what they're trying to go for.

The Knight hangs back, trying to articulate their own thoughts. This is a new sort of difficult, suddenly.

Maybe. I don't know. I feel less overlooked than I often do. You haven't run away forever, and you wait for my words. That's significant. They're almost completely still as they offer the paper this time.