Krem was still under the touch. He knew what Hild meant, but the fact that it was Gannicus who had very little to do with this. He knew, without a doubt, that he would feel this wounded if it had been Thomas, or Hild, or even Balthier or Bull or (Maker forbid) Poison, who were incredibly dear to him but were not quite in the same category as the other three loves in his life.

"It's not that," he breathed, feeling the need to excuse or explain. "I love him dearly, but it's not that he slept with someone. He doesn't often, but that's his to do. It's that it was--it was her."

He stared at Hild's fingers on top of his. "It makes me feel less a man, somehow. Which is stupid, he didn't know who she was. But just--just a moment more, he could have asked, he could have...? I see myself so clearly in her face."