"It's hard to feel an outsider," he agrees quietly. "And I can't blame you for not liking the underground or the dark. I'm not fond of it myself." The people with needs congregate there, though. Or rather, they're herded there. Out of sight, out of mind, and the people who call themselves good find it easier to continue with that illusion if suffering isn't front and center. The pious tend to be anything but, in his opinion.

"As far as what they don't know... it's basic stuff that I'm seeking to teach. Writing, reading, geography, numbers. If someone turns up who has a taste for learning, I hope to pair them with a tutor who can help them learn how to keep learning, but I've not got that setup just yet." It has to wait. He has such grand plans, and there's so much work ahead of him. But he's not alone this time.

"When you find the list, or write it anew, bring it to me. I'll do what I can." At least that's simple enough.