[ Again, there are little pitfalls, things that not even Lucina's perceptiveness can really uncover. Subtle changes in his voices go unnoticed. His words don't make much sense to her again, as if he forgot to translate them for her benefit. Seeing the look on his face, though - that's there, realised, perceptible in her mind - she's messed up, she was too condemning, too brusque. Her own expression loses some of its tightness as she listens, patiently, to his words. All of them.

It galls at her sensibilities, certainly, to hear about these tragedies he speaks of. In hindsight, her moments-ago snappishness is almost embarrassing. ]

That sounds awful. [ A pause, her breath marking it with a touch of uncertainty - ] I don't mean to imply you are so removed from what you've witnessed...

[ Except... that's exactly the problem, isn't it? Waiting for him to display a single shred of empathy that he hasn't calculated out or framed in such technical terms. ]

Do you think about the, ah - [ how does she word this ] - crimes you've investigated? [ nailed it. ]