[ Yashiro listens, but the longer Sycamore talks, the deeper worry etches itself across Yashiro's face. By the time he finishes, Yashiro looks tense, but he reaches over and he puts his hand on Sycamore's own. ]

Look at me.

[ There's an edge to his voice. Gone is the playful way he usually speaks. His voice is deeper now, not the higher pitch he uses to pretend that he's stupid. He squeezes Sycamore's hand. ]

Tell me that you know Lysandre isn't better off dead than with you. Say it. "Lysandre isn't better off without me."