Devero nods, and drops his gaze from the priest to the sutra in his hand. He reaches out and cups his hand around Koumyou's, drawing it up as he looks at the deceptively innocuous scroll.

"...This is a lot," he admits quietly. "The choices you've made, the things you've had to do, this responsibility you still have to bear even though you're here..." He presses his lips together and gives his head a little shake. "I can barely comprehend it. I feel kind of like a child talking to a cybersurgeon, nodding along and pretending I understand something that's entirely out of my grasp."