Have you? he wonders, as he watches Korra move around. He doesn't analyse the movement as he's sure Damian would: Kyle watches to learn proportions and motion, to put it down in a sketch, Damian would watch for signs of injury, and weakness, to exploit it. A little bit of that has rubbed off - there's an odd sharpness to Kyle's expression as Korra sits - it fades. He never was that good a chess player.

'My world isn't kind to children,' he replies, slowly. Damian hadn't mentioned what his teachers had made him do if he ever got close to anything, but from Cassandra's attitude (when she'd been here, Kyle felt himself missing her terribly, sometimes), they weren't trained to see friends as a good thing. Far from it. Someone becoming close was dangerous to the main point of being an assassin: people were targets. Things.

He catches the snack, and, true to his word, opens it, says grace quickly, and eats.