[ Gilbert, he could yell at. He could fiercely defend his point, because as much as Break knew that his actions were too extreme and that he had gone too far, he would never find fault in his intentions. It was stubborn of him, the ideals of a foolish knight trying to cling to the sense of selflessly protecting others, even if his actions had become twisted from the ideal of the white knight the longer he had lived. Break looks up as she begins to yell at him, but his face is almost expressionless as he listens, because they're criticisms he had already given himself, at least until that last part.

The last part is what makes him frown, and his face finally twists from grief and a dull ache of sadness, but it's into a slight look of irritation. He doesn't yell, but though his voice is soft, there's conviction to his words as well. ]

—It's not that I don't believe in you, Sharon. That is... That could not be further from the truth. [ He pauses, and the expression shifts to a look of bitterness, because he can't explain this well, and he knows it from the start. ] I don't wish to justify what has happened in any way, but I simply could not sit around waiting complacently any longer. The people around us keep disappearing, being tortured, dying, and for what? For another set of people we know to flood in? To watch each other slowly die?

[ He shakes his head ] I believe in you, Sharon. Returning home...truly reminded me of that. You're no longer a little girl any more, and you somehow become a strong, capable woman without me noticing, and that is why I made my choice. I want to see you, Reim, and everyone else return home, safe and free from the whims of God-like men who only seem to want to watch us suffer. I thought—