[ Saphir had already shrunk back from Hikage's reaction, suddenly feeling guilty and terrified even though he's still hurt and upset and still thinks he's justified in feeling that way. It's the same kind of nauseating panic he'd felt whenever he'd seen a similar look of anger or disapproval in another familiar red eye. Right before he'd gotten left behind, usually.

His heart is pounding in his ears loudly enough that he doesn't even notice what Subete says, and it's probably better that way. He hears Marona, though, as she tries her best to smooth things over, and even though he's very certain that it's not his fault she's in this miserable position, he can admit that he definitely isn't helping things either. ]

Good. Thank you.

[ His voice is much quieter again, and as measured as he can manage, which comes out sounding more mechanical than anything.

He sits back down slowly, sinking into his chair and lowering his head so that his hair falls forward and obscures his face. He's sick of everyone always seeing him cry. ]

There's a rainbow light walkway between some of the concourses there.

[ Spoken tentatively and carefully.

He picks up his napkin to wipe his nose, hoping it's less conspicuous than it feels. ]

I thought it was something you might like.