"He looked for you... all that time...?" And the nickname. He notices that. He looks at Faust for a long moment, head tilted. He smiles to himself. "...Good... Tell him that... I like him..."

While Faust should be allowed his home, his freedom, he hopes those friends will stick around. He hopes they look after Faust the way he's never been able to look after anyone, the way he never can simply because he's human. He hopes that one of them will braid Faust's hair.

"You'll have... your quiet... just maybe not... the total seclusion..." And maybe, someday, that will be okay.