Perhaps it's been a few moments, but Devero's been waiting patiently the whole time. He sees the expression on Koumyou's face, and he's intuitive enough to realize that the priest has been carrying more burdens than just the number of deaths he'd been witness to.

He'd meant it, when he offered to share that weight. And he'd meant it when he said he wouldn't run.

"Did you think you were... failing him?" he asks slowly. "I can tell how dearly you loved him; how could you have been a bad teacher for him?"