[ It makes Yuuri feel ill at ease to hear Ardyn talking like that. It's not fear exactly but a shade close to it, only a few hues different enough to change the tint. She would trust -- has already trusted -- Tenmyouji Ardyn with her life and everything besides it. But when he talks like that, she's reminded that the man she knows know wasn't always like this, there was a man called Ardyn Izunia who wore his face and had his voice but had nothing but spite and hate and black running through his veins.

She's not scared of him. She has no reason to be. But sometimes... just sometimes... ]

I don't think that's strange at all. I think...

[ God. She wishes she knew what to say. Yuuri feels like she never does. For a terrible moment, she finds herself longing for the relative emotional simplicity of a trial or the Sunday following and hates hates hates herself for even letting the thought cross her mind. Ardyn is so old and his problems are so cosmic that what could a girl like her, barely even an adult, do for him?

She can listen. She can let him know that he isn't alone. It won't solve the problem but maybe she needs to start learning that she can't solve every problem. ]

I think something like that... it's perfectly human, isn't it? He was your brother. You two grew up together and even if he-- ... even if things changed. I don't think it's strange for you to miss him. I'm sure he-- I'm sure they--

[ She runs out of words. Because she can't be sure of anything, can she?

Yuuri doesn't turn her head, not wanting to disturb his work, but she slides her hand out of her lap and reaches it back for him to take. ]

... I'm sorry. About... him. And all the rest of it.