He's still trying to come to terms with it all. there is just...so much. He still doesn't even know what to do with the strange feelings he has for Byleth either. "I suppose you are right...."

Coiled. Yes coiled like a spring described him perfectly. There were often nights he couldn't sleep due to too much on his mind and the anxiety of it all keeping him awake. Those were the good nights when he wasn't haunted by the dead. He really did need help but could he take help from the Ashen Demon, the one who had already proven once he wouldn't choose him. He didn't want to open himself up to that heartache again.

When he looked at the offered hand, he didn't take it even though his eyes never left that hand. "I'm sorry....I don't....I....I can't trust you." He stood up a bit easier now on his own and gave Byleth a small bow of his head.

"Forgive me....I must go"