Hey. It's okay. You're safe here. There's no need to be scared.

[ Gentle, gentle; his tone couldn't possibly be any softer, any more soothing.

The distortions of his heart have never closed him off or made him cold to anyone's suffering. The opposite, really. He feels every bit of Sunny's pain as if it were his own, and his eyes are deep, warm wells of sympathy as he tries to catch Sunny's frightened gaze. ]

Let's try something else. Okay?

[ He brings his folded hands up in front of his face for a moment, presses his lips thoughtfully to his knuckles, then extends them out toward Sunny. ]

What would make you happiest? If that never happened to your sister? Or... something else?