[As they talk, the noises outside seem to fade. The boy under Ahito's hand stirs as he looks up towards the window, hesitating, before slowly crawling to his feet. He cannot reach the window, but the boy barely needs to wave a hand for magic to come to him, earth and water alike forming a platform to lift him just high enough to peek through the latticing, ducking his head down frantically from time to time as though hiding.]

Then what would you wish, in this situation? [It's a gentle question.]

What would you do with this boy, who will become a man that does what you despise so deeply?