There's so much she's missing. So many pieces to wrap her mind around, so many factors that affect how he sees the world, how his world saw him.

Her touch is light, but insistent. And when she's sure he won't fight her on that, she lets her hands slip back down into her lap, searching his features quietly.

"Nothing about where you come from is easy. But it's like I told you. You don't have to stick by those rules anymore. No one here sees you as... as they did."