The silence that followed was almost defeaning to the Kaioshin. For a moment he found himself faintly confused, unsure of what he'd said aloud and kept inside of his head; he'd been thinking a lot of it for so long now that it seemed downright wrong to hear it spoken, as though he were breaking some sort of unwritten law. He wasn't really supposed to talk about how he was feeling if it didn't matter, was he?

He was breathing a little more shallowly than normal, too, though that was probably down to the fact that he'd been speaking pretty loudly. He looked across to Franziska: she seemed just as shell-shocked as he was, but doubtless she was already preparing some sort of counter-attack that would make him wish he'd kept his mouth shut. Maybe if she tried to hit him he could deflect it or grab her wrist before it hit.

But nothing happened. Franziska took a second step backwards, but the silence remained unbroken. Kibitoshin stared for a moment, thrown- and then he breathed in again, slowly and deeply. This kind of opportunity didn't come around all too often, and he needed a level head to make the most of it. He could manage that, right?

"... okay?" he said eventually, letting his shoulders drop; he hadn't realised they'd been clenched until now. His expression had softened a touch, but he didn't stop looking at her. Not yet. "No more hitting or calling me stupid or anything like that. I won't take it from now on, not like I have before." He sighed. "I just don't understand you at all, Franziska."