Humpty isn't sure how hearing that makes him feel. He's certain that it isn't relief, but he also can't bring himself to perceive the decision as something done out of pity just to make himself resent Eric. No, instead it just feels like nothing. A hollow victory. But then again the Art supposes that's what a lot of his life has been; actions that never succeed in making him feel anything more than empty even if he wins.

He finds himself at a loss at what else to say and simply takes a step back, as if planning on retreating into the garden to actually take a walk there like he had claimed before. Then he nods slowly, although now he seems to be purposefully looking at anything other than Eric.

"... I see."