What else can he do, but keep silent and let Koumyou think? He nods and averts his eyes and seems to shrink in on himself. He tries not to think at all, because if he does he's just going to hear her voice in his head reminding him of all the ways he falls short, all of his flaws and deficiencies-- flaws and deficiencies that are probably obvious by now to Koumyou, who's surely realizing that Madame has the right of it anyway, that Devero needs to be taken in hand, that--

The priest's words are so diametrically opposite to Devero's spiraling, self-loathing suppositions that he almost wonders if he misheard. He definitely doesn't think he understands.

"What?" Now he tries to reclaim his hand, to turn and draw back if he can. "N-no, that's not-- if anything you should get angry at me, I'm the one who's such a colossal fuck-up!"