[ Ajay unfurls, slowly but surely, and it's good. It's good. Pagan breathes him in, strokes his hair, and it's a few long moments before he can speak. ]

I have home movies, when you're ready. Of you and your mother, of us. Of you with Lakshmana. I don't want your lasting memory of her to be... this. Pain. You adored one another. Home video cameras weren't terribly common, back then, but I was ever a show-off.