Devero glances up at him, as if to double-check that Koumyou's sure about that, then takes the scroll delicately into his hands. It's such an innocent looking thing in this form; it's still hard for him to imagine how this slip of paper could be an artifact of such power--

And the author of such misery, in its way.

Transferring it to just one hand, he catches up Koumyou's with the other. "I'm-- I'm worried I won't be enough for you," he admits, though it's hard to force the words out. "You're so much, and I'm nothing. You deserve someone who... who can understand your pain and reflect your brilliance." He laughs once, breathy and humorless. "Someone better than some nobody World Guard washout, that's for sure."