"Yes." Powerless and aimless. That's exactly what it feels. His hands clench on his arms. "If I knew why we were here it would be easier. I can't fix anything if I don't know what needs fixed." Shiro rubs at his face and lets his hands fall. It lands on the Black Bayard. He runs his fingers over it.

That had become a habit. It was meant to be in his hand all along but it had been in the hand of the last Black Paladin. Now. He can't even use it. "...but at least even if all this is almost too much all the time. At least we know we're not alone in that feeling. Whatever else happens...there is that." Even if he can't and won't say all of it.

This much is enough to push forward into the unknown.