He is silent. There is nothing he could say, except to agree, and he does not wish to admit that she is right.

Yrael looks up at the multitude of stars, green eyes reflecting their light in the greyness of Death. He still has so very much to learn.

He will never admit it, but somewhere in him, he is afraid. The last ones he was close to betrayed him, and gave him thousands of years of pain and isolation. Though forgiveness has been given and what amends could be made have been... it's left a long resistence to letting anyone in, to depending upon anyone. For fear of being let down or turned upon, despite words of trust and love and friendship.