[Ingo lets out a surprised bark of laughter. Emmet's never insulted him before! Not outside of the red fog, at least - it feels very much like relief! The way Emmet always goes on about how good he is...it was like he was seeing someone who isn't here.]

I don't know. Because I love you. And - I think you feel the hunting urge less than I do. You never would have gotten an animal if you were like me. But -

[Well. Would he feel differently if Emmet were more like him? Probably not. He thinks that would be frightening, but even then, more for Emmet's sake than anything else.]

- I love you. [..........] And I am at least five years older than you, technically.