He looks........ miserable about this option. He just wants to make things easier for her, but it feels like there's nothing left for him. He looks down at the sword for a beat, and then scrapes it along the ground, stepping on the tip of it and snapping it in half with a grunt of effort. It feels pointless when she says he can get it back, but it's all he can think to do right now.

"Be safe," he says, giving her a significant stare and dropping the hilt of the sword onto the ground by the broken blade. Once he feels like she's gotten it though, he opens his phone up and speaks into it, unease obvious in his tone.

"《I'd like to go to Twelve's garden, whenever you have a chance.》" A moment later, he puts his phone into his pocket, the ground below him starting to flicker.

"You're important," he adds, hoping to all the gods that she doesn't put herself in danger after nearly dying. She can say her death is impossible all she likes, but he remembers her destroyed house and the silence she left behind.