[ her tears have the furrow at his brow deepening all the further, and Abel looks absolutely wretched as the inevitability of all this settles in further still, til he feels it in his bones. he can barely resist the urge to take a step forward, to try and offer her some kind of comfort-- but he knows he can't.

so he stays still, even if the rigidity in his posture suggests it is a concentrated effort of will that stays his hand. ]

...Is that what you think? That we won't meet again?

[ there's a rueful, sorrowful tug at his lips; strained as it might be, it's there. ]

I'll see that we do, Miss Misa. Who else can I rely on to smile like you do? ...It's just you, so-- please take care 'til then. Don't you go letting anything happen to you. That's the only thing I couldn't forgive, alright?

[ the only thing. as long as she's alive, then the rest...

it will be alright. ]