[ The only reaction Misa gets from Kaeya is a smothered and withering sort of laugh. Even then, the noise doesn't quite come out right, as if it was a struggle to even get that far. None of them can feel what a mess of emotions he is deep down — his panic, his guilt, his regret, all of those amount to nothing and have nowhere to go. One push would have been enough to let everything bubble over, but Kaeya—
Kaeya knows he got them into this mess. He knows he's the only one to blame for making this so much worse than it should have been. He won't allow himself to have the luxury of feeling sorry for himself when he doesn't deserve that much. No. If anything, he's the one who has to keep it together until this is over. He's the one who has to take in every excruciating detail of what's going to happen next just so he'll never make the same mistake again.
(It figures that his attempt to get the other three out of harm's way is exactly what puts them directly in the line of fire. He'd laugh again over the irony if he could.)
He looks towards Amos at first, then at Gen, and then finally at Misa. Although the rest of his face doesn't show it, how sorry he is about this entire mess is as clear as day in the hue of his eye. They don't have to forgive him. They just have to get through this, and then he'll... Who knows. He'll figure that out later.
His struggles die down, and just like that, the hand holding onto the knife moves to offer the blade to Misa. When he speaks, it isn't just his voice that carries through. The dryad speaks through him, blending the noise into a multi-tonal dissonance that's unsettling. ]
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Kaeya knows he got them into this mess. He knows he's the only one to blame for making this so much worse than it should have been. He won't allow himself to have the luxury of feeling sorry for himself when he doesn't deserve that much. No. If anything, he's the one who has to keep it together until this is over. He's the one who has to take in every excruciating detail of what's going to happen next just so he'll never make the same mistake again.
(It figures that his attempt to get the other three out of harm's way is exactly what puts them directly in the line of fire. He'd laugh again over the irony if he could.)
He looks towards Amos at first, then at Gen, and then finally at Misa. Although the rest of his face doesn't show it, how sorry he is about this entire mess is as clear as day in the hue of his eye. They don't have to forgive him. They just have to get through this, and then he'll... Who knows. He'll figure that out later.
His struggles die down, and just like that, the hand holding onto the knife moves to offer the blade to Misa. When he speaks, it isn't just his voice that carries through. The dryad speaks through him, blending the noise into a multi-tonal dissonance that's unsettling. ]
Give. Offer. Or we will take.
[ At least Misa has already made up her mind. ]