[ Oh. That's also horrifying, and reinforces Harold's perception of him as someone from something like magical Victorian London. He feels similarly to Jayce, of course, but Jayce not even trying to hide his feelings makes Harold feel intensely old for a long moment. Intentions, sentiments... they just don't mean very much.

But he does sound gentler as he answers. ] It is unfathomable. We should never accept those circumstances, never abide cruelty. But we can't change it if we're refusing to see it for what it is.

[ Harold believes that profoundly. ]

I appreciate having someone else to be appalled with me, to be honest, [ he adds. The programming talk can wait. ]