[Azul is quiet throughout the story. Once he starts, his gaze goes to the man, and it never leaves once.

At the end of it, he gives a soft hum, gaze going to the ceiling as he thinks on it for awhile.

And then:]

For someone who participated in such a grand achievement, you don't carry yourself that way.

[A brief, almost teasing sort of smirk, before the expression fades and he gives a sigh, waving his hand.]

Back where I'm from, that sort of attitude was sooner to make you a prime target for all sorts of manipulation and mistreatment. At best, your act of kindness would sooner be forgotten. There are very few you'd meet who don't have some ulterior motive when it comes to such generosity— most usually in a trade that was greatly in their favor.

[He gives a puff, head leaning back against the wall again as he closes his eyes, a wry smirk coming to his lips.]

...granted, things have been different since my death.