Your stare was steady. Expectant. Kaz didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. “You think this is something I want to talk about?” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve bled for people. Killed for them. Watched them leave, or betray, or die.” He leaned closer, eyes dark. “But you? You’re a different kind of wound.” A beat. “So if you want to hear it… you’ll have to make me say it.”