His father is dead. His big brother is simply tyrannizing him. That's what I like. Look at his eyes. You see the softness there.
Pity is the basis of love.
It's the only way. Pity and love are so close. If you don't pity, you don't care, and we do have to care - about everything. Nature - I pity it, which means that I love it, which makes me do a lot of things to protect it. Kimberley did not whisper anymore.