[Grand pause to stare at you. Should he tell you? That look of understanding creates an ever so slight trust grow within him. They're the same.]
They were...kind. [That's what he thinks.] My father [Now that he thinks about it.] acted a little like I do now... [Except he was a generally more happy person.]
[Looks at the letters in the trees.] I...miss them. [This is hard for him.]