[ha ha, cute, little Hakuren . . . I don't have those things to show you . . .

there's a sudden tangle of familiar-feeling confusion, an attempt by Devit to observe his own memories of childhood, but there's little there but holes and tangled threads; there is no clear image of a child or sense of self, some confusion as to whether Devit or Jasdero or both are experiencing these things, some memories of being in school and disliking it, of being teased and unhappy, essentially nothing else.]