( Emptiness is only meaningful between the substance of life. Rain would not be rain without spaces between each drop, yet the emptiness in this abode she is to call home is anything but. All her life she held a script to her face and now she must keep writing on her own. Without dramatic entrances or laughter. If his tears are anything to go by, they should be taken as his apology and hopefully, someday they will wash away his guilt.

It will not be every day he gets to meet up like this, so he's trying to get ahead of himself and cut to the chase. Deliver his words for her to be the one to pass judgment on him.

He knows there is something off in how her words come out the few times he has met up with her. It's like witnessing her true person peek through the curtains. He breathes in deep and ... Apologizes again. This time, it's because even after all this time, he can't exactly blend in as a person. He has never had a friendly visit before, even those with Wriothesley still have business attached to them. )

I'm sorry, Lady Furina. I didn't want to intrude on your personal space past a certain line, but you are right.

And thank you...For accepting my apology. You're not going to eat the cake now?