Laertes privately notes that the sign for dad looks almost identical to the sign for Hanguang-jun, but it's only a passing thought. "Ay," he says, remembering all he'd said under the influence of the truth spell. "When I was traveling abroad, he set spies on me, and hired my friends to inform on all my doings--and only then did I realize that he must have done the same in Denmark. His way of loving was to exert control in all things, and even mine own mind became an instrument to that purpose. I knew no greater virtue than discipline, unless it was moderation. And still there was no thing I could be that would please him. He ... he loves me, but I doubt he likes me. And he would like me less, to know all that I've done here. He would see my happiness as a problem to be managed, and manage it he would."