[So they really could see through the demons' eyes. Erhard doesn't want to think of how Sherlock must've felt, seeing him throwing himself at Caar. Seeing Akira in distress helps to shake him out of that depressing thought.

They really are so much alike, aren't they? They look like they could be brothers, and their lives... bad enough that he had to suffer so much, but knowing someone else is in this amount of pain twinges something unpleasant in Erhard's chest.

Empathy. This is empathy.

He steps forward and pulls the teen into a gentle hug, reassuring without restraining, in case Akira wants to break away.]

I tried to teach him because I was hoping you were still in there somewhere, seeing what he saw. And... because I missed talking to you. I'm glad to see you again, Akira.