It takes a few repetitions of that slow breath for S-4 to finally understand and listen to what they're doing. It takes a few more breaths, paired with Sans-Serif squeezing his hands to the rhythm, for him to slow his breathing down, his breathing hoarse and shaky, but slow. His tears slow as well, until there's only the faint traces of magic around his eyesockets, and his sobs are reduced to the occasional hiccup.

His soul still feels jittery and unsure, but he's at least stopped the adrenaline rush enough to think. Enough to hope. There's going to be a way to fix this, he's sure of it... if he just stays calm.

He pulls a hand away from his brother's to scrub at his face.

"I'm sorry... I just couldn't stop."