[Ouch, Astolfo, you have managed to say the immediate worst thing possible. Izunia dismisses the pencil into the Armiger and reaches up to rub at his eyes, which are definitely not wet at all. Nope.

Okay but at least he isn't bawling. If anything the threatening tears seem more like a surprise.]

I could hope for that to be the chance, but I know that it's probably not. The time we spent together compared to the amount of time he lived, suffering, under that burden... It's barely a percentage point.