[ ah... his expression softens in understanding then, no offense taken in the slightest. it reminds him a bit of a girl he knew, so desperate to stop being the reason others were in pain. a girl that yves already nearly died for, and as he looks upon taair, he knows that he'd take the exact same risks.

his fingers continue to run through taair's hair and he admits softly: ] ... I'm sorry. I care about you too much to agree easily. Even though I know that's selfish, and you must feel the same way.

But maybe that's just what it means to feel something for another person. To wish to take their pain away, even if it means taking it onto yourself.

So for now, I'll say... thank you, Taair. For holding onto this burden, even though I wish you didn't have to.

You've been really strong.