Devero lets his eyes close, as they so often do when Koumyou starts playing with his hair. But Koumyou's insistence makes him swallow uncertainly, and open them up again. He looks up at the priest sitting over him.

"Yeah," he says finally, softly, folding his hands across his belly. "I'm not... happy, about all of it. But I'm relieved."

That's hard for him to admit out loud, though, and he has to look away again.