He continues to pet his ears and then let his hand fall back to his side. He remembers him when he has his good days when he was well-behaved, he was almost likeable. Part of him is not sure if he forgive him or himself for their own sins, but the past is past, and whatever Xue Yang choose, he can't intervene or stop him from the inevitable.

"Well...that's an accomplishment if you can practice self-restraint and don't give into violence. If you can stop, you can put your mind into it." His shoulder's sagged suddenly feeling tired, both inwardly and emotionally. "I don't know what good deed I need you to do. I think to don't give into anger is one thing and accept your flaws and faults. I think meditation will help and some self-reflection. And you have to follow your heart."

Then more quietly as he walks by his side down the road, "It's too late for me. I don't know what the future will hold. But it's possible to be happy, so I'm here with all the time we have."