Crow's aim was impeccable, Rean knew, and those words of his just now hit him right where it hurt: There was no denying how much his family loved him, even if they weren't related by blood and even if they were looked down upon by other nobles for taking in a commoner like him. He looked away, to regroup. He wasn't just going to take that and concede.

"You don't have to be the only one doing all of this, I wanted to be with you. Still want to be with you..." He blushed a little, remembering something from a certain festival event. "...To be comrades with you at the Front again. Don't hide things like that from me again, Crow. Please."