[He seems to deflate, shoulders falling, chest heaving with a soft sigh of relief. It feels like he just correctly defused a bomb at the very last second.

Still, he's cautious, brows knit nervously as he drops his hand to his lap once more.]

A-ah, hah. Y-yes, it... It seems so.

[Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tries for another smile but he's quick to shift his gaze away when Kronid looks to him again. He knows it's probably pushing it to ask, but he doesn't want to seem like he's grilling the man either.]

...So, then... Can you tell me who he is? You said before that it was all... symbolic.

[And a real person can't just be symbolism....right?]