[He won't miss it and he will never forget it, because it is a tremendously pretty picture. There's an errant thought of lifting that hand to his lips and following the touch of his fingers with a kiss, but that he knew was a bridge too far. He was already overstepping himself, pushing the boundaries of what he was allowed.

A shiver raced across his skin, a thrill that set a rush through him at the mimicked touch of those lavender fingers along an old scar. With a smile pulling at his lips, he nodded.]

This is true. I should not question my elders when they clearly know better.

[He hesitated though, uncertain.] Though... it would be fairer for you to actually know the truth of me, of the evil I have done, before you did your choosing.

[There was vulnerability in blue eyes as he looked down to his drink.] Would you hear it? The story of who I was before I was Caleb Widogast?