Hate finds a way, I suppose. But so does love. And that is what gives me hope.

[Drizzt has to consider that offer carefully, then gives a defeated mental sigh.]

... I do not know how to say yes to that question without feeling like... Well, my age, I suppose.

[He is a child, after all. Drizzt has to remind himself of that and fights against himself before admitting:]

I... Also miss my father greatly.