Do you need to be available one hundred percent of the time? [ It's not his place. He clenches his hands into fists, too-hard nails digging into his palms. The nobility and important generals he guarded needed their time to be with safe people, or alone. The crowds could be never-ending. It wasn't something he envied them. This town is smaller; Olivine is a professional. But it still doesn't feel right.

But what can he do? Another few hours and he might take a swing at someone. Or worse. He has to go. And he can't take Olivine with him, because -- because he'll be too dangerous. Even if he were selfish enough to ask.

Olivine's question catches him by surprise again, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he struggles for an answer. ]

It's usually safer not to go back anywhere I've been. [ An honest answer, but not one that feels right. ] I didn't need you this week either, I -- [ Definitely not what he wants to say. He should go. His head is already so clouded, and he can feel his frustration hot in his veins. ] I'd like to see you again, but I can't put you at risk.