[On the one hand, it does sound like teenage hyperbole. On the other hand, Caesar is not as old as he likes to act, and his teenage years were fairly dramatic themselves, so he's very much inclined to believe her.]

[He's quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully. But who better to be honest with than someone who's trusting you with their troubles? Maybe his story can provide her with insight, maybe not, but at least it might make her feel less alone.]

[Sighing, he pushes his hair out of his face and nods slightly; yes, he understands.]

My . . . father left us when I was ten. I didn't know why. Nobody had ever told me, or any of us, about our family legacy. So I thought he just left because he didn't want us anymore.

What really happened was that he left to do what Zeppelis do - to fight monsters, to keep people safe. I can't help thinking that if that hadn't been a secret . . . I was young, but I would have understood.

. . . I know what you mean. That's what I'm trying to say.