[His expression softens further, and he pulls Aranea into an embrace of his own. She's brilliant in his eyes, like a star, like the moon in the night sky, silver and ephemeral and ever-changing. Yet somehow always there.]

I'll do everything I can to live. Not knowing what future awaits me is terrible and vexing, but knowing that this, however long it lasts, is another chance for me to correct all my many mistakes makes me feel like it's worth attempting something completely different.

[He hasn't told her what he is. What he's done. But he senses that from the gravity of this, she must know that he's done many things he isn't proud of, and things that would have seen him meet an untimely end by his own will.]

I am... so very sorry I worried you.