Estinien is trying to gauge the age of this man - young enough, he thinks. If he were an Elezen he might be one fresh out of their growth spurt, but he looks more like Hyur to Estinien's eyes. All the same, he can imagine himself being so bitter and indignant at that same time in his life.

He looks away, bundling his bound hands closer to himself. There's no apparent satisfaction to having made Binghe upset.

"Perhaps you're right," he admits.