He still felt awful about all this... Amakusa wasn't the type to ever show his feelings outwardly- no he was a sly individual. He would always keep everything inside, just thinking and mulling to himself, but would always wear that same expression, that same smirk of his. There were no traces of such a thing on his features now though, there was just remorse.

Amakusa moved to hug her, the best he could considering the fact that she was on the ground and he was on top of her. He nuzzled in by he neck, and he just held her, trying to get her to calm down. He whispered into her ear that it was alright, that he was back, and that he wasn't going anywhere anymore. He was here for her, and only for her- and he felt sick for even making her this afraid.

It was odd to hear her calling him Juuza, but at the same time reassuring. She trusted him, and cared for him enough to call him by his first name, to openly express how close they were. He was truly sorry for all of this... he just hoped they could be together like Bern said.