There existed an aspect behind Albedo's eyes, a truth unsaid. When they flashed violet, Nigredo gave way to concern. Between this, the desperation, and a question of love, he wondered how things had accumulated up to this point. Wondered how the once reliable child had become such a liability.

And how Albedo could stand it. Stand the fact of bearing this troublesome burden.

Nigredo eased into a seat as requested, eyes fixed on the elder. "Yeah," he gave easily. "I do." A pause. "Albedo, are you alright?"