The Swede considered that as well and shook his head, smiling briefly as he tapped the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray he was holding. "How could I know what you never showed me?" He took another drag of his cigarette and sighed out the smoke, looking away. "It is always different, speaking to someone in their own language. I learned Norwegian and understood Toki better. I just never had a reason to learn English better than I did. It's so different than Swedish, but Norwegian is like Swedish."
Skwisgaar looked back up from the ashtray and back to the poet. "I have always admired you. Adored you in a way, like an older brother. Even now that I am older than you, I still look up to you. Even through the anger and sadness, I have seen you stronger than I have ever been. Which is why I asked you to be Soren's godfather. You can teach him to be confident and sensitive. I do not know how."