L leaves the phone where it sits, staring as Cesar signs. He shakes his head slowly back and forth, looking briefly lost, before he answers, signing as he goes. Again, it's slower, not because he doesn't know the signs, but because finding the words is difficult.

"They have no opinion on the matter. My mother died having me, and my father shot himself two months later. It doesn't mean he was weak, it just means that he loved her very much. He was probably soft and gentle and nice, maybe like Kermit... but Walter raised me, and for awhile I think he genuinely meant well. I try not to remember him entirely negatively."