[He took in a deep breath, trying hard to center his thoughts. His name caused his mind to drift, and settle on one of his earlier, less honest moments - one he was close to repeating, earlier. Lockon frowned at himself, releasing the arm around her lightly, while pushing her up a short distance with his other hand. He needed to face her; figuratively, and literally.] Lacus... I don't think--
I want to accept your wish. [His voice was strained and his expression was pained.] But I'm afraid.