"I know," he says finally, looking away. "It's just that they don't, not for me. Or if they do--if I do--"

He mouth quirks into a small, humorless smile that is gone when he glances back at Pwyll. "It's hard to think that way. I do not know if I can. But I will try?"

That's more than he'd say to most people, but this is the Twiceborn. He deserves to be listened to, at the very least.