"I believe in you more than anything!" She replied fervently, holding onto his chest's height at the vest. She pressed her nails, as if to convince him she was telling the truth. "But when you talk about your son, like when you talk about Dark Arts, you're not lucid. I don't want to argue with you, but I'm so afraid. His return will be a disaster, and we won't be able to be together anymore. I know you think we should end this thing anyway, but is it what you really want?"