[The umbrella wrenches out his grip, and although Kravitz should be fucking glad- it's a weapon, pointed at him, deadly- all he can feel is a pang of sadness, instead. It was all he had to hang onto. All that was physically connecting them. He would rather choke, it seems, than breathe without Taako. It doesn't come as any sort of surprise.

He aches to step forward, mend this distance, but Kravitz knows it's not what Taako needs right now.]

You know why. You know. I love you so much.

[You can do it, he thinks. Fight it.]

I'm right here. We don't have to go anywhere- I don't want anything. Just you.