[ 'Would a foe tell you all this information about the sun'… 'would a foe'… processing. And then Dorian says 'friend', and it clicks. Shiro takes the sunglasses off and gives them back, then claps a hand to his chest in relief. He is positively beaming, and somehow, the world seems a little brighter for it. ]

Phew! A friend, that's good. I like friends. See, my grampa—and when I say 'grampa' I mean the man who found me and raised me—told me to protect my 'friends' and kill my 'foes', so I'm gonna protect you!