Where Dev comes from, he's used to taking people at their word. He may not like what he's learning about Koumyou's home reality, but that discomfort is only his own to manage. So all he can do, really, is squeeze those slender hands laid into his own, and nod.

"Mn. No, it's not. And where you come from is part of what's made you, you." Would the other man be so riveting to Devero, if he'd been shaped by a softer place, or bore a smaller burden?

His eyes drop, tracking lightly down Koumyou's body even through the distortion of the water. He releases one bony hand to lift his own, fingers tracing the line of a scar without actually touching. "I'd like to hear some of these stories some time, if you'd be willing to share them." He looks up again. "I'd like to understand where you come from."