[Just as the samurai was trying to lead Diluc's body around as a way to vent out his sadness, he was also trying to draw the man's thoughts away from the terrible mercy he had to enact. He knows grief-- how it can settle in your soul, consume your thoughts. The endless worries.

It grieves him to see the taller man sunk so low.

Kazuha pets his hand, and relents with looking at him. He doesn't need the pressure of eyes on him, watching his every expression right now.]

Oh, sweet boy. You're doing very well, though. I'm so proud of you. You don't have to push yourself.

[Kazuha listens to the wind in the trees for a moment. In winter, the night is remarkably quiet. He loves the silence, where the frost cracking on the bark of trees sounds like tiny bells in his ears.]

Don't let your guilt taint your memories of him. Though all lives are transient, in memory we give our loved ones eternity. I can tell just how much you love him.