[Toki spares a glance at the floor before looking back at Yuya.]

I know, but...

[He barely recalls those few seconds, Yuya looking down at him and crushing his throat with those surprisingly strong hands. It would have been gone, that bit of memory, if he hadn't felt it the rest of that night, if he hadn't seen the bruises when he finally got to the infirmary. Odd-Eyes's fire is what he remembers more, the flames licking at him and burning his skin as he ran through them.]

You didn't have control over what you did. I mean, in... in that moment you probably wanted to... hurt me, but it's- the fey twisted your thoughts and brought out something you wouldn't have acted on or felt or-

[He looks away again and sighs in frustration. He can't explain this without thinking he'll make the situation worse.]

I'm not... saying it didn't happen or that we should forget about it and I don't want to dismiss the way you feel about what you did by saying there's nothing to...

[There's nothing to forgive. It wasn't Yuya's fault, but it happened. Toki says it anyway, even though it's not exactly what he means.]

I forgive you, Yuya.