"No, it's no bother," he says, a little confused. His eyes unfocus and he leans back a bit. Not that it would help if he runs into anything... untoward, but it makes him feel more grounded. Tam's nerves are oddly catching.

"You're a sort of a politician," he begins. He grins, adds weakly, "Don't worry, it doesn't mean you're automatically toast." At Gabriel's expression, he clears his throat and concentrates.

"You try to do what's right, what's best for everyone, though you face disagreements. You've changed your focus there, just recently. You're passionate about it. Proud of it."

Raguel's expression grows more remote as he settles into his function, looks deeper.

"There are people you love. Family. You need their support. You'd kill anyone who hurt your wife or your children. You don't think about it, but you would." He looks unconsciously a little more stern, not quite focusing on anything visible in the bar.

"You have hurt them yourself in the past, badly, or you think you did. You're responsible for--" he frowns, shakes his head-- "something terrible. Your daughter. You carried that around for a long time. You didn't trust your son, and now... now you fear a different threat. A bad one. You still worry. You think that you can't protect them, or that you don't have the right to. Someone else's idea, but you harbored it and now it's found the roots to keep it there."

He blinks, refocuses, but the serious look remains.

"Is that what you were looking for?"