[Isol nods. He knows Grit is right, he has a whole bank of memories telling him that much. It's still scary, but-]
I'm going to try my hardest. I want them to be happy.
[There's something else, though. Something he needs to say, even if Isol thinks he already knows what Grit's reply will be.]
If it ever gets too much... I can handle it.
[That's about the only way to put it. Isol doesn't really expect them to take it, but he needs Grit to know there's an opt out. Maybe it's hypocritical of him. He wouldn't even want an opt out of helping Grit.
But there's another good reason for it. He looks down at the steaming chocolate in his hands, and his eyes tear up.]
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I'm going to try my hardest. I want them to be happy.
[There's something else, though. Something he needs to say, even if Isol thinks he already knows what Grit's reply will be.]
If it ever gets too much... I can handle it.
[That's about the only way to put it. Isol doesn't really expect them to take it, but he needs Grit to know there's an opt out. Maybe it's hypocritical of him. He wouldn't even want an opt out of helping Grit.
But there's another good reason for it. He looks down at the steaming chocolate in his hands, and his eyes tear up.]
You look tired.