[ Suzaku's eyes widen a little. Haiku... is a form of poetry that has been practically outlawed since he was a child. Since Britannia conquered his land.
He bows his head, closing his eyes. ]
Today, words lead the lonely heart astray. Tomorrow, mayhaps e'en anon, talk we may?
[ Today, any attempt to help will be pretty much useless. But Suzaku knows that Aidan means-- meant a lot to Euphie, and if he can help in any way, he will try. ]