[To say his goal wasn't important would be a lie. It mattered, just not while he was stuck in prison. There wasn't anything he could do about it now anyway, so why dwell on it? So in a way, it didn't matter if they talked about it or not. Haine rarely shared himself. He really would rather not talk about himself in most cases. However, if anyone asked he didn't mind telling some things. Just so long as they didn't dig too deep, too quickly.
He understood the tone of that one word and nodded. He probably would never bend that willing ear let alone cry on anyone's shoulder though.
Haine shifted to sit on the sand, resting his arms on his knees and looking out at the waves. May as well attempt to redirect this conversation now...]