...Kaha. [He laughs a little sadly as he hears that.] Is that all? I don't know what I expected to hear. Something better, maybe? Is that really the sort of person I am...?

[It sounds like the kind of person he'd hate. Actually, hearing that...draws up a memory. It's fuzzy at first, but the more he concentrates on it the clearer it becomes. That fragment is less of a scene and more of a summary. The idea and image of a man.

The words come out without him meaning for them to.] ...It sounds like my father.