He makes a low whimper of a sound when Luka pulls him closer, mirroring the movement by pressing his hands into his back. He breathes deeply, steadying himself more and more with each breath.

That last statement is the thing that finally gets him to pick up his head, his eyes settling on Luka's face. It's... incredibly hopeful, but he says it so firmly that Gyre almost believes him.

"That's right," he murmurs, beginning to straighten up. His hands linger around him for a few moments before he reaches up to clear his eyes one last time.

"Let me..." he starts, clearing his throat and finally pulling himself away from the princess. He runs his fingers through his hair, and turns to look up at Seth again. His attention darts momentarily to Zafika, and he almost feels himself breakdown again. He does sniffle miserably, mumbling to himself, "Okay, we'll keep them safe."

It's another moment or two before he clears his throat again, and finally clues Luka in on what upset him so much in the first place. "Remember the red line, from yesterday? Over Joanna and Zafika's hearts? Seth has one too," he offers, turning to tap Luka on his chest over the same spot.

"It has to be... it has to be his rapier. When Seven attacked me, they cut me all over. See?" He reaches out as he's speaking, taking Luka's hand and guiding it first to three parallel cuts through the clothes on his shoulder, then to a big, long slice through his vest. The skin underneath is repaired, of course, but his clothes are still torn through.

He hopes the image is clear enough to him with that, emphasizing, "I don't think they were capable of precision."