Bee gazes at him as he talks, at first a little surprised by his response - not questions or speculation or even particular consolation, but commisseration. How unusual. It makes a good deal of sense though, the unwieldy power he holds over others - in truth she had indeed not yet considered the darker implications of his capabilities, and it does give her a little turn to think of it. The nobility and good intent in him is clear, but such immense power is difficult to ignore.

She gives him a small nod when he's finished, considering all he's said. "I suppose so," she murmurs. Encouraged by their somewhat shared predicament and his willingness to discuss it, she offers something she's never told anyone with a shy smile: "To be honest I think it's kind of wonderful. Sometimes it's a terrible burden, and it's difficult to bear, but... every once in a while, it's beautiful. Just being able to see all the little pieces that make up a person. I wish others could see themselves the way I do. Or at least understand." She curls over into an almost yoga-like position, dropping her chin into her hands, looking at him with bright eyes. "I bet yours are fascinating."