[Ah, so it was that. See, he got it out of her! Score one for Lancer! Seeing her like this brings back memories that are both beautiful and sharp and bright, like reaching out for the past and closing his hand around a shard of glass. It lodges in deep. But his smile is still rooted in genuine happiness . . . it just also conveniently hides anything else lurking behind it.

He withdraws from her, though. What else should he do? Hug her? They're not those types.]

Now, I wouldn't tell this to just anyone, so don't pass it along yourself. But the only Master I've got here's the one standing in front of me right now. . . . I can't tell you how it works.