[Saori's hands fall limply to her sides, and she hangs her head.

She feels that cold feeling again, the deeper instincts trying to claw at the edges of her mind. It doesn't matter they say He's weak. Leave him. This prompts a shake of her head and she reaches out to take his hands once more.]

No...you weren't. But I still killed your...form. I'm the reason you...I'm the reason you're so cold.

[Her hands slip in, knotting her fingers with his]

I'm so sorry.