A head full of bluebells. Well, a person like that would be very stupid, but I'm sure it's a good feeling. [He wants to ask, So what do you think about? Maybe that's some sort of progress; at home, in his manor, Alois avoids the thoughts of others like a plague. He doesn't wants to know what Claude thinks, because he doesn't want confirmation of Claude's disappointment. He doesn't want to know what Hannah thinks, because she terrifies him.

But he wants to know what Joker thinks. It's still scary, sure, all the unknown and the pessimism that comes with it, but so much about Joker's behavior challenges what Alois had been certain of: people are bad, and they want to hurt you.

Alois takes a breath. "Thank you." "Thank you." Just say it! He's holding that breath, not wanting to release it until he can say those stupid words. His lips purse. He pinches himself on the leg, a subtle but frustrated gesture. Just say it.

He lets out his breath with a huff.]

It's no wonder they put you in charge.