He knew that and didn't think that anyone owed him any sort of apology over it. He knew that there was nothing to do be done when orders were received, and he knew that better than most. It was a pity he would no longer be receiving orders for missions himself, but he accepted that as well. "That's fine," he agreed.

He glanced aside, staring at the floor for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts, finding it strange to have them so often when she was around. She expanded his little dark world, and in return, he felt like he was slowly uncurling from a dark place. "Being filled up sometimes comes with pain," he replied simply. "Pain brings order, and my memories have to fall into order before I know what I can do with them."

His head snapped around quickly at her offer to stay away, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I can take the pain," he replied coldly. "I remember pain, but I can handle it. I always do, but you leaving will be worse."