[He doesn't interrupt. He doesn't speak. He gets it, sort of- maybe not entirely, he can't possibly get it 'entirely' but...

(Family photos he never got sit in his mind, the words of adults closing the final doors he had hope in, until the only option left was to be exactly what they accused of him,)]

...Sometimes... ...th' things we believe in... ...are wrong, [he says quietly, looking to the ground.]

...We jus' never noticed, 'cause we never saw 'right' b'fore.