[ Is it really okay? Koltira watches Masamune carefully, trying to suss out whether he's being genuine, or whether he just wants to avoid conflict. Not that Koltira minds either, really. His typical bloodlust is weak in his veins, as soft and subdued as the threads holding him together. ]

It was not your fault. You do not know me, and could not have anticipated what I would do.

[ He shakes his head. ]

And even if you had, the choice to act was mine alone.

[ He runs a hand through the pale curtain of his hair. ]

But thank you for your kindness.