"Indeed," he agreed neutrally, movements slow and measured as he set up the incense behind the small treat. It's clear this is not the first time he's done something like this; he'd done it every year for his father, like he did now. Whether his father could look down from the heavens and see him like this, he couldn't say, but...

"Forgive me," he added without ceasing his preparations. "That was a callous thing to say."