Alfred isn't sure he's ever seen Herbert like this before - he looks just shy of shattering like glass, like some delicate thing under his touch. "Engel," he breathes, his tone sounding a little strained. He can feel his energy running out, but - he needs to be strong right now. Herbert needs him.

So he listens, pursing his lips and knitting his brow tighter at the explanation. There is...something - something in him stirring, pushing, echoing through his heart.

And with what Herbert is saying....

"...W-wait, are you...trying to say that...I'm...?"