The shifts in emotion were taken as they were, the child knowing somewhere in the exchanged answers that he had spoken the wrong phrase. Again. Green eyes looked to the food a third time, only now they were filled with a form of shame. He had never meant to give the impression their lives were horrible, and he certainly never wanted to evoke the kind of discomfort Senna had just shown. The same Klavier had demonstrated previously.

It might not have been his fault for being a child soldier, and one may illuminate the point in multiple lights, but that did nothing to remove the fact that it was wrong. Nigredo had to wonder precisely how they'd managed so comfortably in the past. Before they were brought here.

Rather than addressing her statements immediately, Nigredo pressed his fingertips into the wrappings and thought of workarounds. If she was not feeling well or found the subject to be upsetting, there was only one path he could take. "We shouldn't talk about this," he started quietly. "I've already said more than enough."