[He clears his throat and casts his eyes downward for a moment, before glancing back up to meet Oona's own gaze with all the sincerity he can muster.] I apologize.
[For the doubt, even if it's still nagging. Even if there's still a voice at the back of his mind telling him that none of this can be real. If he can't believe with sight, can he believe anything? She hadn't asked for that ire, a distinctly ugly, egotistical thing. However his mind wants to rationalize it, he had been wrong.]
But yes, now I know.
[Curiosity won't always end this well.] And I suppose you're right about that too.
but in the end everything in his life is still terrible
[For the doubt, even if it's still nagging. Even if there's still a voice at the back of his mind telling him that none of this can be real. If he can't believe with sight, can he believe anything? She hadn't asked for that ire, a distinctly ugly, egotistical thing. However his mind wants to rationalize it, he had been wrong.]
But yes, now I know.
[Curiosity won't always end this well.] And I suppose you're right about that too.
[And he is wrong about everything, it seems.]