[ it shouldn't be surprising, that others shared his doubts. yet, it kind of is - a reassurance, a relief, but taair's explanation also clashes wildly with it. "relivers"... the name alone says enough, to bring a kind of imagery to his mental state. his head hurts, so he leans even more weakly against taair's side. ]

I went to go see him. When we talked... he was insistent about not hurting Yves. He kind of... drifted, when I asked about it more. But for Saber-san and Mr. Jacopo, there wasn't a problem.

[ a thought breaks his expression, then. a reminder of his own moments of uncertainty. drifting. the mental oilslick that thoughts simply skated off. ]

I guess... it could be repression. After all that. But there's still things that don't make sense, like the smoke and the [ exhales. ] burns. Compared to the other two, that kind of thing just doesn't match.