[Looking down to the metal tubing of fingers entwined over his chest, Hajime wondered if it really could be called fine.

He doesn't know a whole lot about Zero, but what he does know is... tragic, at best. There's been a lot of putting the needs of others first, a lot of accepting terrible things on his own for the sake of a bigger picture.]

Well... I know how much you prefer to work alone. And I don't want to get in your way anymore.

Th-though... if I can ever do anything to make it up to you... all of it, I mean, that I... w-well, just... don't hesitate to ask.

[He can't much imagine anything Zero could need his help with, but he needs to put it out there. Just in case.]