[Walter is drying the last dish as the conclusion is spoken. He had been pondering what to do with the vial — how they could possibly go about ascertaining just what was inside — but all thoughts about the vial and its contents come to a still silence when those words cross the air to him. His movements slow, the butler pausing in his task. A veil of melancholy settles over him, yet he smiles through it.]
You're right. I don't.
[He supposes this is how it feels for someone to have the uglier parts of themselves exposed to the light. He doesn't regret that part of himself, but he knows, by all conventional standards of purity, it would be considered a deep flaw.]
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You're right. I don't.
[He supposes this is how it feels for someone to have the uglier parts of themselves exposed to the light. He doesn't regret that part of himself, but he knows, by all conventional standards of purity, it would be considered a deep flaw.]
I'm a bit warped by my experiences.