Serph nods. He isn't the most expressive person at the best of times, his thoughts and feelings often obscured by a lack of facial reaction. But his usually steady gaze glances away as he murmurs, "Or I drive either of you away. We become enemies."

An irreparable rift forming.

With a frown, he raises a hand to touch his head as though he has a headache. "I don't clearly remember my life before. But there were people who knew. And I think... I killed my friends."