He nods along as she speaks, the stories and his own experiences watching friends fall under the influence of amokinesis easily lining up with Lydia's explanation. He's seen guys risk their own lives because the object of their affections told them to.

But, as she's saying, Gale doesn't feel that need to please. He knows Lydia isn't perfect, and he doesn't want perfect. They've had a few problems before, and he's never failed to make it quite clear how he feels about them. It's hard to shake off such a deeply ingrained suspicion so easily, but the logic of it is too solid to refute.

"Maybe you're right." He knows she is. She's a smart girl, on par with the children of Minerva here.