[Mumbled, as true embarrassment overtakes him:] Yeah, sure. 'Course.

[Matthias stares at nothing for a few moments, trying to master himself. Tamping down that emotion leaves space for something more complicated. Opposite of sympathy, there's a strange sort of jealousy. He hasn't got the truth-telling thing to blame this on, and it's not the sort of thing to be said, but--]

If everyone had papers of that sort, s'ppose you wouldn't need to be concerned about it at all. 'Cause it'd be clear, what was to be done with their things, with whatever there is.