[He has to glance away for a second, but even though he tries earnestly, there's no real way to hide how conflicted he is about it. He brushes aside his hair to indicate a small, new tattoo, a delicate stem with dark green leaves just under his ear.]

Differentiation isn't the problem, so much. I just worry about what he'll do the world, given the chance. I'd rather I took the damage, but... I recognize that the world might be better at taking care of itself.