It's the answer he should support. Find someone better. Pick Seto, when we get back. Pick that boy who runs the bakery. Pick a stranger. Don't pick me. Even if that's the opposite of what he wants, it's the choice he should choose. In the end, this might be a passing infatuation sprung from spending months with only each other for comfort. Someone like him who makes her so angry everyday--

("You already make me happy everyday. Are you really that stupid that you haven't noticed it?")

--doesn't deserve her, doesn't deserve to be protected or saved by her. Heroes and knights slew monsters. He wasn't meant to be loved so openly.

But her words cut in a way he can't deny, more than her punches or kicks. Let it pass like this. It'll hurt less for both of them this way. Let her take the lie he's presenting her as the truth, because the truth is... even if it hurts...

"I don't remember turning you down." The words pop out before he can stop them, squeezed out by a strange pain in his chest. "I don't think I said anything like that."