Claudius laughs. "You know, I wasn't sure before whether you'd try to exploit my displeasure with Luo Binghe. But now I think you sincerely don't care for him. You couldn't sum him up so perfectly, if you weren't also familiar the frustration of understanding him." Shaking his head, he says, "I'm freer now that I don't expect him to show any depths I haven't already seen. There's my other bit of bad advice, if you want to navigate around him. He's a fiction within a fiction, you understand. His world is shallower than the one above it, and rather than leaving it behind, he carries it around with him. It's a narrative where he has only ever been the victim, and even his villainy is something he's punished by. He'll ignore any truths that clutter the narrative, forget everything he needs to forget, remember only what he wishes to remember. So if you did have the power to rewrite your interactions with him, I wouldn't expect much to change. It's likely to become repetitive."