[Okay, now, this? This strikes home. Deeply. Damian's eyes widen ever so slightly, for a moment, but his expression doesn't change.]

[His shoulders, however, slump a little.]

Not in the eyes of some, there is not.

[Lips pursed, his voice is slightly less forceful than up to now.]

But thinking about it did not stop you from making those wrong choices, did it? Perhaps you are missing something still, that makes the difference.