Flayn tries to hold her mouth taut but she can feel it quivering.

"I cannot fathom how... Or why..."

She doesn't want to show Yukimura a teary face, because someone so very strong and self-contained surely cannot help but despise it. And she has perhaps worn out a welcome with someone like him.

Her head bows, wondering if she's just burdened everyone here through the mechanism of their own politeness.