"Don't lie to me," he murmurs low, sympathy but moreso disappointment clear in not only his voice but how he holds himself. Does she not think he knows her well enough by now? Or is she so shaken that she can't believe it?

"Don't lie to yourself. You're far away this time, Love. Come back to me. I'm here, I'll hold you together. It's alright to feel it." She's rigid, tense, so he doesn't embrace her as he wants to. He'll give her that space, but he does hold her hands to his chest, precious and close to his heart. He sighs softly, resolving not to be hurt because he knows this isn't about him. This is about Alois and Amelia, about the city, and about the lack of control or stability. But all they can do is be here for each other.

"'How can you know where you're supposed to be if you don't take the journey?'"