[If Kit meant to have Yngvi looking up, it worked. Same as a wild thing does when a careless boot comes down heavily on loose grit, dry leaves, a branch, his head snaps up sharp. He doesn't want to look at the goose with flat webbed feet slap-slap-slapping across the floor when it herds the stray nugs back to where it thinks they should be, just staring at Kit.

Instead he tries swallowing, chokes, starts coughing hard enough his eyes water but he gets through it.

Who hasn't and haven't we all he might've tried except it's Kit who y'know saved his backside when he was a child, who's been more of a friend to him since stepping back into his life than people Yngvi thought were friends, who willingly walked back into Orzammar with him where they--

His mind slams a door shut, and the door is very red. The door is always red. The door has never not been red.]

I'm sorry. [He means that, scoots forward to tap Kit to say 'hi, yes, I'm here' since he's not been very present for parts of this but he can make the effort.] There's a joke about eating your siblings I tell people, but, um, yeah. When I say that it's...it's that. It's killing them. [Which is just saying that he understands and that-- that it's complicated. That things happen. Bad things. To people. Especially--] You were Legion, and Casteless, and fighting Darkspawn and-- and you're a really good person, one of the best it's...bad things happen.