[What he doesn't say, mention, is that his hero's a death mage. His favorite person swears and smokes, and posts absurdly angered responses defending his own favorite foodstuffs. And still he doesn't know his darkness, may never truly understand where he refuses to pry for it. But still he's kind and too selfless—a sort of light for one who's lived as both lonesome and warmth-starved. He feels it's all good-intentioned. That most were choosing to be.

He'd say this man is still trying.]

I wouldn't bother him for a thing like that. [But never mind it.] You wouldn't need to be the best, though. It's just you're being someone willing to care. [To use his words!]

I just wish I could be more help here. I might have books if you'd need them.