"I mean it. You're really cool and brave and kind. Mithos thinks you're awesome."

He squeezes your shoulder briefly before taking his hand away; you can feel something radiating from the touch, not something to affect your mood but a certain quality of warmth. You know with certainty that the heart does believe in you.

"And don't listen to the guy ahead on the way in, okay? He's angry, but anger's only one feeling, and it doesn't rule the heart."