[If not for Cater and that tighter embrace, Silver might've slipped away from the scene to sob until he was hollowed out enough to get his own mask back in place. Seven knows he's done it enough since arriving, in secure privacy. But he still tenses when he feels Idia's hand slide from under his, off his shoulder; there's no hiding that. He starts to lean heavily into Cater, breath hitching, but he stops himself. He started out trying to help his friends, but now he's being a burden. Why is he adding to the problem when he should be protecting them like a true knight?

So he tries to pull away from Cater, to give the other boy some breathing room, but he's so very empty right now. There's no more strength to be... well, strong.]

I don't... want anyone else to suffer... if I'm not strong enough to prevent a catastrophe, how can I be strong enough to fix the damage afterwards? [His breath catches again.] M-- Malleus-sama was about to do something terrible, I'm certain of it. I... I don't know if I'll be able to set it right, I don't know if anyone can. It's better to stop something from being broken than to put the pieces back together....