The shade of guilt was met with only a faint strain of Blue's brow, not wholly understanding its source, not privy to every thought and notion within. He thought nothing of it, giving focus to her words, his expression losing its tension, growing a shade somber. Bitter, even; that much was at least present in his own words.

"It's time," he said, sitting up out of his slouch, mouth twitching. "Age. I can only deflect it for so long, in so many ways...but I must, all the same."

His hand, having sat cupped on his knee, curled into a fist.

"I need help for that."