[ The sincerity, if nothing else, takes him by surprise. He wants to refute him, but he's aware that what he's carried around for damn near two years is not getting better with time. They're never far away from anguish for him to absorb, the only difference is that he's learned how to compartmentalize the effects so he hasn't had another incident like Taravast. Wrath has offered more than once to remove it under the right conditions, but he understands why he's continually put it off. Bad can always get worse.

He can't afford another mistake. ]

The last time someone tried to help me, I lost all memory of one of my siblings. [ He hadn't planned to admit that, but he's reminded any time someone asks for his trust. It still tortures him that he lost his chance to get his memories back when Mingyu was too afraid to meet with him and disappeared again. That he couldn't murder him for what he did. ]

None of you are subtle. I know you see me as a threat. I've traveled with you, fought with you, for two years, and your own husband still tried to start a campaign against me. So why would I agree to put my life in your hands?