Ky asks Potemkin to think of himself, so he does, settling his hand to a cupped position on the side of Ky's face while his actions slow. He mumbles his thoughts out loud, sharing everything with Ky as he goes through what is new and unexplored to him too.

"I did always wish I had pencils that wouldn't break... and see more places that could handle my weight.

But even when I knew it would make me a worse soldier, I wished it was easier to make the choice of not hurting people," because that would cover everything important, whether it be sparring, or working, or loving.

Potemkin abruptly turns his gaze down, away from Ky. "Ky, I could show you better, in your room."