[It will take her time to process his story. Even though she had listened, she isn't anywhere able to truly hear it- not now. She doesn't feel like she's been able to breathe, let alone think, and he wants her to believe him? Those stupid, foolish romantic lines-

All his heart? It's the sort of thing you hear in lute ballads, not real life, and even if they did... They wouldn't be to her. They shouldn't be, and yet despite everything she's tried to tell him, every reason she's tried to give him-

As if she's been holding hot iron and only just not realized it was burning her hand, she releases her hold on him and jerks away, her knees unlocking to let her legs tremble and prance, her tail whipping anxiously behind her and stinging against her dun rump.]

You just do not wish to die alone-

[He thinks this might be the end, and who can... who can believe the words of a man who thinks he is about to face his end? Hayame's throat and mouth feel so dry that she flicks her tongue over her bottom lip to try and get the words out, her one eye dilated with something that looked a bit too much like fear for her to be able to accuse someone else of that emotion.]

Once we get out of here... you will regret all that you have said to me.

[She's sure. She has to be sure.]

If you are lucky, I will let you retract it all once we are victorious-

[They have to be victorious. Or else.]