[ Perhaps it is because she is far more tired than she has shown, but as G'raha continues speaking, her ears lower until they are nearly pressed against her head. Truthfully, she knew that they would have to have this conversation one day, but it is not one that she was looking forward to having, for the simple reason (or perhaps not so simple) that she still believes G'raha to be far greater and wiser than her, and the proof of that seems to be staring her in the face. ]

Any time that we get to spend together pleases me. [ Her statement does not address everything that he has said, but she means to address all of it. ]

I- [ She hesitates, her words catching themselves in her throat, although she is quick to press on, even if she has to force them to come. ] I would let you help, and I want to let you in, but...

[ Her reasoning seems so faulty even as she attempts to put it into speech, but nevertheless, she knows he needs to know. ]

When you were the Exarch leading an entire city filled with people, you shouldered your own problems on your own for the most part. Of course, you brought us there to help, but it was not until much later that you began letting us in. [ And by then, his plans and ultimate goal were already in motion, which at the time felt like another way that he kept them at arm's length while he soldiered on by himself. ]

You are very important to me, and I- I care about you very much. But...

[ She folds her hands together and twists her fingers once or twice in a gesture that unconsciously mirrors her sister's. ]

I want to be strong and capable like you were- like you are. [ And admitting to being anything less than the Warrior of Light that people all across Eorzea look up to feels like nothing short of a failure. ]