[This time, there's more of a response. He bites his lip, and his claws dig into his legs as the boy's ears turn back.]

I don't know.

...I didn't want to think. I just wanted to be safe, so I listened.

[He curls tighter, and for all that he tries, he tries just as hard not to think about it at all. He saw plenty in the glass.

But right now it's long banished to the depths of his thoughts, where he wants them to stay buried.] ...I don't know what was my fault... [he admits, voice cracking slightly.]

...I just know there weren't cards, there.