[Edamura's kindness is soothing, as always. Verso doesn't feel pressured to talk about himself, and this, combined with the promise that he'd be more honest, makes him want to. It's the little push he needs.

Even if he does start fussing with their food packed nearby, sorting all of it out for their meal. His attention focused upon an action.]

Yeah. I- Um. My world isn't something I can... return to, if that gives you an idea.

[Of what he did. Of what awaits him to have achieved that rest: nothing at all.]

Do you still feel that way, knowing that? [That he doesn't have the right to judge Verso for that decision.]