Maybe...? [He wasn’t surprised when he shot himself, though he supposed the pain was enough to give him a start. Of course, that was a different situation from being shot at, it might not count.] Thanks for the uh— assurance though. I appreciate that.

[And he really does, a little sad perhaps, but he’s got a terrible track record as far as his dealings with people went.

Llewellyn stared into his glass, again the topic warranted a certain amount of consideration. He... got it. He didn’t like that he did though, or that Enis felt that way sometimes too. Then to ask him if he liked himself was an added challenge for the detective. People generally expected a yes or no, that wasn’t exactly simple for him.]

I think I can understand that... Sometimes its as though you get swept up in the change, good or bad, and it’s mm... Hard to process it, to work out what’s you and what’s the uh— situation or outside influences. What do you keep? What do you let go of? It’s mm... hard.

[Taking a careful sip out of his glass, trying to hold back on that a little longer, he continued.]

Then there are the things we wish we could change about ourselves, but they’re the sorts of changes you can’t make. They’re not... possible.

And mm... Sometimes I think I might like who I am, but other times... I’m not so sure. There are things that I can’t put my finger on, things that I don’t quite understand but I expect must be unlikable and I wish I wasn’t.