[Levity nods, relaxing, stays quiet for a time... and then the aftermath of the fear returns; after all, all they'd done was delay it until he was in a safe place to break down.

It's soft, almost subdued, the way he tries to hide more in her embrace, trembling as the tears come again - he cries quietly, as though terrified to draw attention to himself; one hand he brings up to his chest, clutching at it helplessly. Those things are gone, Levity knows, yet somehow their absence, too, is frightening - after he'd gotten used to them, resigned himself to that endless, joyless journey. To be given comfort and safety and affection after that... there is a terror in that. A terror at the thought of losing them again, and of thinking himself deserving of them--after all, it was so much easier to weather the steel slowly consuming him if he could... stop seeing himself as a person, think that he deserves it.

One again, these thoughts are wordless, but almost palpable, the fear and desperation for safety and simultaneous rejection of it colouring the dream.]