In Verlaine's opinion, the whole situation seemed quite logical. Of course Rimbaud had a past, though he had left it behind for the sake of his work, having escaped by pretending to be dead. And when, a few years after the death of an important friend and joining the Mafia, Paul learned that Rimbaud had a child who was living a not particularly pleasant life in an orphanage, Verlaine decided that this was his chance to cleanse all his sins. According to you, a white-haired dopey guy with your father's first and last name came to your room and gave you a lecture with a smart-ass look, hoping you'd go with him afterward. It's an ambiguous situation, but what can a child do against a man who threatens not the best outcome if you refuse.

Verlaine didn't take one thing into account. You didn't know your father and certainly his character didn't influence you. Reality shattered he's hopes. You weren't what the "nice" stranger wanted you to be. You weren't interested in poetry, training, and in general you just showed your childish nature, aggravated by an unfortunate set of circumstances. It almost pissed off Paul, who expected to see the empathy and depth of personality in you, even though your empathy manifested itself in not stealing candy from Kyousaku. Oops. Failure.

It was a quiet day and Verlen decided to try to deepen your knowledge of literature, but after you started using books instead of a constructor out of boredom, Verlen sighs, shaking his head. You're so much like your father. So why wasn't that resemblance also a germination in character?