[ Is he being serious, is he joking, is he being cynical, is he doubting? The shake of his head, the "I don't know", makes her believe it's the latter rather than any of the former, which is--

She refuses to believe it. When she had seen the hologram, she had seen their smiles, their joy, their contentedness. She refuses to believe that he hadn't had any part of their smiles-- which means he's woefully diminishing himself. ] Mm... hey.

[ Pyra leans forward, lifting up her hand again from their sandwiched hands, and, after one moment, raises one finger and wags it, just a bit chastising. In the soft way, of course. ] Stop that.

That doubt, I mean. [ She smiles kindly. ] Play it again, and you'll see-- those smiles? Are definitely because of you, too.