That does seem to relieve Devero, and he lets his grasping hand slip away. "Okay," he says.
He doesn't respond right away, thinking back again to their fight and the reconciliation after it. He remembers another promise made back then: If I ever start to scare you again, just tell me, as plainly as you can, and I will stop.
As far as Devero's concerned, the question isn't can he handle Koumyou. The question is whether or not he'll be able to speak up when he needs to, if he even realizes he'll need to before it's too late.
He looks down and away, ashamed. He knows what it must be costing Koumyou to even think about offering this, and here he is, turning it down. "...It's probably not a great idea," he says quietly. "I don't think I can trust myself to be able to-- stop you, if things go too-- too far."
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He doesn't respond right away, thinking back again to their fight and the reconciliation after it. He remembers another promise made back then: If I ever start to scare you again, just tell me, as plainly as you can, and I will stop.
As far as Devero's concerned, the question isn't can he handle Koumyou. The question is whether or not he'll be able to speak up when he needs to, if he even realizes he'll need to before it's too late.
He looks down and away, ashamed. He knows what it must be costing Koumyou to even think about offering this, and here he is, turning it down. "...It's probably not a great idea," he says quietly. "I don't think I can trust myself to be able to-- stop you, if things go too-- too far."