[admittedly. . .? he doesn't have any idea what Verso means. beyond the fact that perhaps he is a wanted man. . .? unable to find solace in a world that wishes him dead? Edamura shakes his head in response, before pushing away from the boat's driver's seat to help unpack their meal]

Without knowing what you mean by that, I do.

[brief hesitation as he pulls the bottle of wine out of the basket again, setting it aside while he searches for a few (plastic. . . ) glasses and an opener]

. . . but even if I did know, I can't imagine my opinion changing.

[after all. . . he's done some pretty horrible things, too. willingly distorting himself into a wicked, cruel monster. . . all in order to endear himself to one much larger than he, just so he could gut her from the inside out]

Do you want to know what a really good friend of mine once told me?