[Kid hasn't looked up, his fingers tapping a meticulous pattern on his arms as he kept them tightly folded. Mental health was simply not well understood where Kid was from. There was no expectation that Kid's brand of disordered behavior was in any way fixable--it was just something to be tolerated.

He's barely whispering.] ...really?

[Watson's story finally pulls Kid's gaze from the floor.] You--? I would never... [Now he is fully looking at the camera again, revealing the tracks of tears on his face. He doesn't wipe them; they're even.] You don't seem at all as though--rather, perhaps I should say you seem so...calm.