Yes, and trust is nary aught forced with simple words, this I do realize. He gestures in a way that would imply a defeated sort of tone, his expression pairing with it.

Nevertheless, I cannot help but wonder if you took the early admission of mine influence on the world I hail from to be far more wicked than it truly was. Fair do I wonder just what fiend you impress upon me from this tragic past of yours—how much of this mistrust is truly earned from mine own actions, and how much is bleed-over. Keeping up that defeated and solemn air as he signs. Less accusatory in the way he does so, more idle, if sullen, curiosity.

Pray, do not misunderstand, I do not blame you for such.