[ what she's saying isn't so different from what he unwittingly told others here, at horos, when the innocence had him within its grasp. there will eventually come a time when he might bring destruction upon the city of freedom at the behest of one fallen nation's will, but he won't let such a thing come to pass if he can help it. he's spent most of his life making sure it never came to that.

he made his choice a few years back, but he can understand the fear that comes with uncertainty. the fear of not knowing if this will simply be out of your control.

he lets her hold onto his hand when she clings to it, tightening his own grip in hopes that it helps. there's no way for him to tell if it does, but he's watching her carefully, ready to intervene should she need it. ]

If you truly are as dangerous as you say, that could be a good thing around here.

[ it would be a joke if he wasn't entirely serious. their sect is meant to bring about the death of this cosmos, after all. ]

Regardless, I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. You have myself, and the rest of the Kenoma, to watch over you if you're scared.