[ Raijuu will find that it's his turn to have his head stroked: Hiryuu moves her hands to his face and his hair and draws his head down--further now, to her shoulder, so that she can cradle him against her her collar bone and pet him. ]

It's okay. I already know who the real Raijuu is and what he's like. You tried to protect me, before we both got lost.

[ And hopefully he understands what she means there: that she refers not to the resets and their continual placement at their separate starting points, but the madness that clouded their true goals. ]

What happened afterwards, whatever thoughts or urges you felt.... I don't hold you responsible. You can let that burden go, now.