Too much goes through him for him to fully process just then. The knowledge of the weight combined with her assurance she would seek help…the knowledge she’d called him the wrong name because he was the wrong person, that she’d come out because it was dangerous…

And she’s crying and offering him words he wants to fall into, but he can’t…not yet… he needs to ask, needs to know even ss he doesn’t. Tears well up and ring his eyes in red as he watches her.

“If…if I’d not been there that day…if it’d simply been other monsters…do you think you would have died regardless?” Was he the sole cause for having stolen a face from the planes, or did he not actually matter and had simply been caught in her suicidal urge?

He didn’t know which option was worse.