[This embrace lets the first few sobs escape, lets Tieria choke them into Lockon's shirt as he brings his hands up to grab fistfuls of the fabric.]

I. I d-don't know! [It comes out as a high-pitched, stuttered mess, but it's the truth. Tieria doesn't know what to think anymore. He wants to believe Lockon, knows he shouldn't, and finds himself starting to do so anyway. He's being weak again, but he doesn't know how to stop.]