[ Thancred nods without much hesitation, as he suspects this isn't something that is specific to Stephen. Yes, there are some people who might be closer to treading that path than others, but he imagines that the potential exists in most of them.

In him, certainly. He has some manner of proof, even if it isn't quite the same.

After wetting his mouth with another drink from his glass, he lets out a low exhale and glances back toward the fire. ]

While I didn't literally meet another version of myself, during the time I spent in Norvrandt I did find myself at odds with a man who had placed himself into a role similar to mine own. [ As "Minfilia's" caretaker, that is, even if the constant reincarnations of the Oracle of Light had made for a wildly different experience than Thancred's own relationship with the original. Hence why they could be contrasted more than compared.

His gaze flicks back to Stephen's, silvery eyes bright in the warm firelight. Yet his expression is decidedly unimpressed. ] I have an idea of how uncomfortable that sort of thing feels. He also opted to keep someone dear to me imprisoned, insisting it was "for her own good." [ At this he scoffs. ]