My posture softens, my shoulders easing, if only just slightly, when he agrees not to tell anyone. I can tell Kurorin, I can share my worry and pain with him, but if the others knew...

Emi would never forgive me. And I would never be able to forgive myself.

"Thank you, really."

I uncross my arms, and almost reach toward him, but my arm falters halfway, and my hand drops.

"With everything that's happened recently, and the fact that we still don't have our bodies back, added to the complications that implies... I..."

I sigh, and for a brief moment my avatar wavers. It rights itself soon enough, and maybe he didn't notice.

"I'm so tired, Kurorin."