He was an animal who raised you. He's basically a lusus.

[Like. Just saying. But also:]

Jake always called me a cat.

I do not purr in the manner of a creature whose physiology I do not in any way mimic.

[a beat]

I guess I growl sometimes though.

[...]

Congratulations. That was probably hard to master?

[Er]

Mine isn't like yours. It's just the ordinary, human kind of growl.

Neigh neigh, motherfucker.

How would you improve it, Harley.

[............]

That wasn't Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron. That was Babe. Pig in the motherfuckin' City.

I felt my neigh very effectively conveyed all it meant to.

Wait, why.

[Not too cool for a quick confused question about Jade solving the mystery that haunts Dirk to this day.]

We've discussed things like it.

[It's just hard to believe because, you know.

Dirk hates and can't see anything worthwhile in himself?]

He's a really kind dude.

[He'd disagree on the thing in common. And what she says is nice, and kind, and it's just... impossible to believe. He knows he's arrogant, he's met himself. He also knows he has a terrible and unpleasant personality for the same reason.

He isn't going to shove that on Jade. Instead, he brings his focus in on something she said.]

I'm not sure I know what you mean about things feeling too big or too small to fit into. Are you talking about legacies?

While the game sells itself as a coming-of-age plot, that never seems to have felt right. Or maybe it is, and we never had that narrative experience without the chance to experience our quests.

[He considers it, not minding Miss Eyeroll here.]

I don't know if I ever considered myself not an adult. I can look back at myself and be like, 'yeah, that sure was a kid,' but I guess it's difficult to conceptualize yourself as such when you're supposed to be wholly self-reliant in terms of survival. I'm not sure if you felt the same way, given your own experiences with needing, and indeed wanting, to take care of yourself.