[ Somewhere in the back of his mind, Nigel is vaguely aware that this isn't normal. To be a girl when the day before you'd been a boy, for one thing. But then also to have simply accepted it, at least enough to allow one's roommate to go about braiding one's hair. And then to reminisce over the memory of one's dead mother on top of that -- a mother that he'd murdered himself, no less. ]

He was very nice. Very kind. Too generous, I think, for myself and my father to deserve her. [ A pause, long and drawn-out the way Nigel's pauses usually are. But this one is pointedly different because there is the hint of regret to it. A sentiment he's never truly expressed before. ] You remind me of her, you know. With all your kindness.