[At least the feel of Vash's hand on him helps calm Yato somewhat. Not enough to cease quivering completely, but enough to allow him to breathe again.] No... I didn't. And I was young - just a kid. But still... I should've known better-- I knew better, and still I...

[Hastily, he scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, hoping to hide the tears before they can escape. He already feels like a weak fool for needing to get all this off his chest after a millennia. No need to make things even more awkward.] ...she might have. Maybe not. But Hiiro was always strange. Disconnected from emotions, always smiling. She did what dad told us to, without a shred of remorse.

I can't blame her, though. It's just who she is. It was my fault. My mistake.