[While Wolfwood is backing down and feeling sorry for himself, something that Ain only half-registers because he sure cannot read minds but he does know enough about Wolfwood to know what his "giving up" looks like... at the end of it all, it really is Add's comments that make him want to burst into frustrated tears. He gets quite close, actually, but he wills himself to not make himself look like a kicked puppy in front of everyone here. Not for his sake, but more for Add's and Wolfwood's.

He swears to Ishmael if he leaves this room and other people get on either of Add's or Wolfwood's cases, he will come back and start throwing swords at people.]

I didn't fall in love with those versions!

[He blurts, sudden and unbidden and too upset to think about maybe not having such outbursts on the spot.]

All I want is for you two to act civil! Tell me what's wrong! Tell me why you can't stop fighting! This is worse than you and Elsword, or you and I have ever been! I just—

[He just wants to know what the problem is so he can fix it, like always, because he has to be the fixer. He wants to keep the peace because it's easier for him to live in a world where everyone he cares about gets along mostly-seamlessly, where the arguments are relatively harmless and don't mean anything.

None of this gets voiced, and Ain stares down at the ground, feeling some turbulent emotions he doesn't think he's ever felt before. Anger mixed with loud, glass-shattering waves of anxiety, and a cocktail of something else that makes him feel like he can't breathe or look anyone in the eye. Shame, maybe? Humiliation?

Ain scrubs at his eyes with one hand, then pivots on his heel and heads toward the door.]

Fine, have your fights and kill each other. See if I care.

[He does care. So much.

The door slamming behind him might briefly convey the opposite message.]