Stop.

He interrupts her there and then. Cuts her off, all sharp-like. And then his mental voice softens, hardness crumbling away like sandcastles at the beach.

Stop. He whispers to her again. Just...just stop apologizing. I beg you..

And then, just like that, the link between their crystals is stopped, leaving Sanae to her thoughts and him to his own. And he marches onward, like the soldier he is. Never looking back, never stooping or tiring or complaining of the damp and the cold.

He can do that. He can handle that.

But he can't handle what he's done. He needs to get her back to the city as fast as possible, because his grip on his emotions is slipping and he's afraid, afraid he's going to lose it again and, and hit her again and oh god what has he done--

...No. He can't think about that. Not now. Not when his priority is to get her seen to. He just needs to keep moving, and eventually they'll meet up with Bobby and Edea and they'll get her the help she needs.

Him? He'll just throw himself off the island. That's what he deserves.