[ A nod, and Bastien fills a few more thoughtful seconds by making percussive noises with his mouth and drumming his fingers on Byerly’s torso. Emulating Mado! ]

I suppose a man like Mado might think it was possible. But to hate either group so much he was willing to die, just to make us think badly of them?

[ He shakes his head a little. Not dismissing it as impossible, only overwhelmed by the difficulty of imagining that mindset. ]