"People shouldn't be rated based on 'usefulness'. It's really... awful. You're a good person, I can tell." He's pretty sure, at least? He can't really detect any lies from Shang Qinghua, so that must mean he's at least an honest person. Or he's hiding things with half-truths, but he'd like to expect good things from people even if he knows people can be awful.

And being a disappointment is something he knows a lot about. "It's kind of difficult to... I don't even know what I am anymore. I mean I guess I'm a demigod, but what does that even really mean? I guess I don't really know myself... other than 'nerdy' and 'nervous' I guess."

But then the other says that and his eyes go wide. His face flushes dark pink and he ducks his head. He has to hold it in and he's... he's not doing a good job. It's difficult to know that someone... actually cares? In some way? "I... um... I. ... Thank you? That's probably..." He sniffs, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "That's the nicest thing someone's ever said? To me? I..."

His voice is a little strained and when he looks up his eyes are damp and red. "... I mean, I've... I've been laughed at and thrown at monsters and even killed by people and it's..." He can't say he deserves it, even if he thinks he deserves a lot of it - it's his responsibility to carry burdens and keep going. "It's just really hard?" He's practically squeaking at the end and he clears his throat. "And... and people are... I don't know how to describe it but you're really different and nice and I'm sorry I'm having a weird breakdown on you, you don't - you shouldn't have to..." He turns a little, contemplating going and hiding to have a cry.