"Thank you." That simple expression of sympathy from Levi tugs at Galliard's heart; he doesn't appear to be a kid who had an easy life, but he's still considerate enough to recognise what the past tense Galliard used to talk about Marcel, and offers his condolences. For just a moment, Galliard lets himself wonder what Levi might have grown into, if he hadn't turned into a terrifying war machine. What could any of them have been, if they'd been born somewhere else, in some other time?

Galliard watches Levi go after the fireflies, and the kid picks things up quick. He herds a few more Levi's way, then pauses and waits for him to capture them.

"You're getting good at that."