"... That I actually have an answer for, and I don't think you're gonna like it, but hell, I can't screw today up any worse, right?"

Michael pans over to the lightning storm, watching it for a moment. "Sometimes-- a lot of the time-- people want to protect others from the hell they went through. And if Azra started as young as you... Well, they probably have some--"

Thunder rumbles, and Michael waits for it to stop. "There's probably a lot of pain involved with that Azra wants to spare you."