[He hadn't realized his heart was almost beating out of his chest until it felt like it'd stopped. Their roles were unusual ones, and they were tasked with completing the story. They weren't idiots, and knew how the story ended. So they'd... well... focused on learning more about these odd powers, the lay of the land and the nature of curses.

He stood straighter than he ever had, stomach in an uncomfortable knot. He couldn't tell her. Not right now, and not like this. God, he was a coward.]

I... I-I know. But I ain't runnin' away from this.

[He checked for others in the chamber, then walked over to catch up. If he had to talk to the back of her head, that's fine. H-he was pretty sure it was better that way, instead of the intimidating eyes.]

And it ain't just about me. What about you, Naoto? I-I turned into some- some freaky fuckin' thing the other day, and I couldn't control it! I grow longer teeth when I get worked up! Claws! The servants practically shit their pants!

[His hands hung at his sides.]

But you- you remained cool as a damn cucumber, y'know? It's like there ain't shit I can do that can ever really scare or intimidate ya. I-I mean, it ain't like- like I do it on purpose or nothin'! I don't do it for kicks!

[Shit, he was getting off-topic. Ruffling his hair, he sighed, and quieted his voice.]

I just- I don't want either of us doin' shit just 'cause of the story or Father Time's crap. Hell- didn't we fight for a damn year for the right to call our own shots in the first place, no matter what the hell people think about what guys should do, or... or what girls should do?