"Thank you." He offers a brief, quick smile.

And he sighs as his younger self attempts to walk toward his sister. It had taken awhile for the shock to fade and the child reaches out -- of course, the shadowy figure of his father drags him back, screaming nonsense about how he can't touch that thing or else end up distorted.

"It would look much softer and beautiful than the one we're looking at now, Emet-Selch."