[ Trunks is quiet as he listens. Even though he might not be able to understand how such an experience, if you will, can feel, he can see that it was something difficult for Rokurou to go through and it's after he tells him this tale that he gently sends a nudge of warmth over to the daemon, perhaps as a quiet means of reassurance.

And, it's after a moment, that Trunks pulls his hand out from under his pillow and uncurls his fist, looking to the small pebble in his palm. ]

I think there's still some of your humanity left inside you. Maybe it's not as much as when you weren't a daemon... but I think you still have some inside you somewhere.

[ A beat. ]

No, I know you do.