[Yamato's quiet for a while, mulling it over. Is it bad, he wonders, that he can't immediately say "no"?

Is it worse that he can't immediately say "yes"?]

I don't know. [He admits at last, quietly. It's not an answer he's happy giving, but he doesn't saying things he doesn't believe.

This... it's all so heavy. It's different from hearing about the things Yato used to do. It's even different from getting involved in an actual life-or-death fight, spurred on by adrenaline and a desire to protect his friend. Could he have killed one of those men, if he'd needed to? He can't say one way or the other, but this... this isn't getting caught up in the heat of battle. It's an act of protection, of defense, but Yato's announcing his plans here and now. There's no way he can brush it off as unintentional.] I can't say I want you to become a murderer, but it's not like I don't understand where you're coming from, either.

[Another pause, then he looks up, meeting Yato's eyes. His own are a dark gray, like a storm creeping over the horizon, ready to eclipse the sun.] Is that the only way you would be satisfied?