She can already tell that that was probably one of the worst things she could ask of him. She wouldn't expect him to do it either, not all at once, and certainly not just because she asked him to stop. Her expression morphs into something like shame, though it doesn't stop the tears at all, and she's quick shake her head.

Despite the head shake, it takes her several long seconds before she manages to pull a napkin out of the dispenser with fumbling fingers. It takes even longer to actually write something down, and she noticeably pauses in writing between lines. Especially the last two. Her wings tremble against her back as the voice of the Mirth Core bounces around in her head, pounding against the inside of her skull, destroying all in its wake. It might as well be a wrecking ball.

Im sorry
youre right
we do
all I ever do is get the people I care about killed
I dont want to be another thing that hurts you

He was scrawnier than usual the last time she'd seen him, but he seems even smaller now, the bags under his eyes darker, his skin paler. She might be imagining it, but if she's not then she doubts whether he was sober at all during the Arena so far.