He nodded slowly. Not a burden, not yet. For a few more seconds he remained silent, not looking at Chloe, never daring to. His gaze wandered to his hands, watching as his fingers slowly curled in on themselves. His palms shook, not violently, but enough that he could watch them constantly shutter and move from side to side. A breath slowly filled his lungs. "I know I'm broken." He said softly. Alric was not a fool. He had imagined this moment as often as Chloe had. He had thought about her as often as she had him. He knew what this moment was supposed to have been, what their reunion should have been like. What he had endured had not chipped away pieces of his love for her. It was still there. Still underneath. "They took...p-pieces." He fumbled his words for a second, his tongue skipping over itself as he tried to speak. "I know I'm not what I'm supposed to be." His hands formed into fists, forcing them to stop shaking. "I-I-I'm sorry."