[He watches carefully as he talks. As she mentions his daughter being a victim, he tenses and his eyes widen.

He's silent for a moment, taking in.]

No... [Then he gains some resolve, and he shakes his head.]

No, that can't be true. Whatever you think happened... Trucy is fine.

[He gazes down into the tea as if it's an abyss. Is that how Godot used to look into his coffee?]

I-in any case... You shouldn't hold yourself responsible for things that were beyond your control. Or that happened in some other life.