Come on, don't cry, child.

A young-looking man walks around his desk and squats down beside you. A hand in black gloves touches your face, wiping away your tears. There was a disaster on your planet, you lost your homeland, lost your loved ones, lost everything, but he decided he could help you. A gentle but somewhat contemptuous smile spreads across Elio's face as his bright blue eyes stare into your tear-reddened ones. You remember how you were saved by his ward, you believe her name is Kafka.

You are safe now. You have a great future, I can see it. I'll take over your upbringing