"Not kind," he says slowly, gazing off into the middle distance. "Inexorable. Sweet, in his own dark way, as he saunters along... unshakable and devastating when heated. An earthen heart. What's your element, Borgia-kun? Fire? Metal? Water? You're neither wood nor air, dai yo..." He drags his eyes back to Cesare, makes them focus. Even manages a smile, although not a very good one. "We all have things to remember in spite of ourselves, ne?"