[Kaito does feel the same way. and honestly? Jay and Yukina put it way better than he ever could. but even so, to drive the point home, he takes a deep breath and adds his own two cents, eyes slipping shut]

When I was nine, my father was murdered. Killed during a performance in what was deemed a "stage accident." [tch] I didn't figure out it was murder until nine years later, when I came face to face with the men that killed him.

[his tone is even, voice steady, despite the incredibly personal nature of the conversation. he takes another breath and continues]

I remember what that felt like. I remember. . . how much it hurts to wake up one morning and realize that person you loved is gone because some bastard stole them right out from under your nose.

[when he opens his eyes again, they burn with conviction]

I promised myself that I'd never let another person feel that way again, so long as I could help it. And that applies to this situation as well.

. . . thank you, Craftly, for everything you've done for us. But it's our decision, and none of us want to go back on it.