[ There's a sizable pause as he tries to sort his thoughts out. He's... still coming to the same answer as before though. This was about the Lady and her deal, how Rembrandt didn't know how much he wanted to help anymore, and now he... what? Erik assumed he decided to "play," as in, play by her rules and help her. And the only other option is kind of crazy.

After his breather, he's more or less recovered from his shock and takes a step toward Rembrandt. ] Okay, Rembrandt. I don't know if it's trust, or hope, or even naivety, but I want to believe in you.

I won't press any more right now, just... when you can tell me, I want to know what all this was about.