It's honestly disconcerting, seeing the way that his own face crumples so helplessly, as the tears begin to slide down his own face. Angeal's always tried to avoid crying, whenever he could. Even when he was a kid, he felt guilty about it - that he was worrying his parents, that he was taking them away from the really important things. And then, afterwards, well...

He was always meant to be the sturdy one, wasn't he? The voice of reason between Genesis and Sephiroth, the guy who could be there for Genesis when he was too full of emotion, or Sephiroth when he was trying to figure out the very same.

The last time he cried...

Hm.

Probably when he saw his parents, on the shore.

Angeal tries not to linger on it for too long. Tries not to get distracted. "I never said She was," he says, his voice lowering to something a little more gentle, softer, cradling the glass of Dion's emotions. "But maybe she did this."

He steps forwards, again and again, until Dion can see him a little better past the tears, see the way that Angeal gestures between the two of them.

"Maybe you need this, Dion. Maybe there's a reason me, out of everyone, was the one who ended up in your body, and you get mine, out of everyone else's in this place. I mean, I know you well enough by now - you would have offered those grapes to anyone who looked.

"So maybe... you deserve a respite. Maybe this is a sign of it, or something else. So just accept it, until this runs its course."

Angeal is bullshitting here, but, honestly, it always was a talent of his. He hopes it works out here.