[It's weird how better he feels when she sits besides him. Some weird sort of relief that she chooses to stay, instead of leaving when she could. Especially when she's been made aware that he's mad. Even if not at her, he knows his anger's scary.

Even his grunts don't want to be around him when he's mad. It's chaotic and threatening, and even if his anger isn't at something in particularly, it strikes like a blind Arbok at anything within range.

Fortunately this isn't an extreme case of it, rather agitation than rage, but still.]

...I don't know.

[The answer is breathed out, a little strained. It's hard to answer that, because he knows it'll hurt her to tell her he'd rather forget, but he also isn't so certain that's true anymore.]

The gravity of this place has changed. [Mainly because of her, but others too.] But, at the same time, I ain't too sure how well my existence here would mix with my existence back home, y'know?

[How his relationship with Lusamine and his relationship with Lucina would be at odds. How his goals back home might repulse Lucina, might make her resent him...and maybe he feels guilty keeping that from her.

His expression darkens, tinged with what looks like guilt behind his dark eyes.]

I just ain't sure how good of a thing it'd be for me to remember.

[It'd be painful, he thinks.]