[rip table and his tea

It isn't as if he doesn't sympathize, especially not with the clear pain in his voice. Despite it all, he doesn't flinch.]

The flapping of the wings of a butterfly can be felt on the other side of the world. Or so the saying goes.

[He sighs softly.]

Then don't forgive him, or me. But understand that once again, these matters cannot work in absolutes.

If you're going to become violent, I'll remove myself from this location. [Espio doesn't really want to fight her, honestly.]