"No," is clipped, short enough that his voice doesn't give way.

Wysteria won't forgive him for leaving.

Ellis pushes his hands back, heels grinding briefly against his eyes before he shoves fingers through his hair, then lets them drop back to his sides. His face is flushed from the cold. There is a catch in his throat that won't settle, no matter what he does. It puts a hitch in his tone wen he speaks again.

"Do you remember when you asked me if there was something troubling me?"