It was hard to know that the only family you had was dead and by your own hands no less. She couldn't really place where her thoughts were, but she knew what happened had to be done. She knew that Van had to be stopped, yet it still hurt her to know that she had to kill her own brothers. Tear was fortunate to have her friends and allies with her. Without them she would have fallen into pieces.

Tear wanted to be strong, not just for Luke, but for herself and everyone else. She still wanted to be strong for Luke because she knew that he had been through a lot and so did everyone else in her party. They all had their burdens to bear. She was no one special. She wanted to at least be a pillar to support them when they were unable to support themselves. Tear was fiercely loyal to her companions. She would never do anything to disappoint them.

She couldn't cry and she wouldn't cry, because it didn't do anything. It served no purpose here. If she cried and fell to pieces, nothing would be done. She had to keep her mask for the sake of her own sanity because she had people she wanted to protect her, people that she cherished.

"Yes, I know," she replied to him in a low tone, feeling him pull her closer to him. The fluster on her face remained, only because they were rather close and he was comforting her. She was still rather innocent and foreign to gestures like this. She didn't quite fully understand them, but she did feel at peace because of it. The hand rested on the back of her head and she wasn't sure how to react. They were close, closer than she was used to but she knew he was only trying to help her.

"Crying won't solve anything," she finally added, keeping her voice even. Her form was still, uncertain of how to react to his affection. She was content, and relieved that he was safe, and alive. That was also what mattered. Everyone was alive and not dead.