[ They hesitate, not knowing what to say. I'm sorry? They wouldn't want the man to think they pity him. I understand? That doesn't seem right, either, because even if they can empathize with the tireless work of living in tandem with another being, they could never claim to fully understand what a burden he must be going through. Things must be horribly strenuous between the man before them and the other person inside him...

Turns out they don't really take any offense to all he's said, so his apology neither comes off like one to them, nor do they feel an apology is even necessary. Slowly, they move to stand, still keeping their back pressed against the corner of the room. ]

Yes, I'm fine.

[ They reaffirm that, nodding their head. Maybe they're being irrational, swayed by this person so easily understanding this facet of them, and so openly admitting to being dangerous himself... but they feel like they actually can trust him not to attack them. On any normal day, Crona is fearful of everyone — it's been amplified, ever since they got brought here and lost their ability to fight. But this man would hardly need an excuse to attack them, whether it was because he was convinced they couldn't handle themself, or if he couldn't keep the other being in his head in check. That he hasn't makes them feel more confident that he won't - and doesn't plan to. ]

Since getting here, he can't come out at all like he usually might... and he's weaker.

[ They offer, quietly admitting to their lack of strength. Only their (feeble) assurance that the man before them doesn't mean them harm allows them to feel alright with revealing it. It's a terrible thing for them, to be rendered so useless. But— ]

It... it might be the same for you. Maybe...

[ But maybe for him, it might be something of a relief, to have a reprieve from always fighting in his head...? ]