[ Hearing those words in that familiar, beloved tone still feels like a gut punch, despite the knowledge that Wriothesley doesn't know him yet and has no reason to trust him. He inhales sharply and lets it out slowly, a reminder to keep his composure and settle his emotions. Neuvillette has dealt with worse situations between them, so this isn't even a mild setback. ]

You will find I am a man of my word, [ he reassures Wriothesley. ] But that is unimportant for the moment. [ He scans over Wriothesley, reaching for the chains holding him. Of course, they've secured keys, and he uses those rather than relying on the strength to break them. While he does that, he studies this new reincarnation of his old lover, marking the differences. The way Wriothesley doesn't track sounds with his eyes or seem to focus on anything strikes him as curious, and he asks about them as he drops the chains, moving around to Wriothesley's side. ]

Your eyes. Were they injured in the fights or before?

[ There's a whole history there, he knows, and the guilt strikes him at the danger his beloved has been in for who knows how long. It mingles with the guilt he feels every time Wriothesley dies, though he knows that is not what he wants.

Neuivellette reaches out to slide an arm around Wriothesley's waist to guide him out, only to pause, reconsidering. A dangerous man, in a chaotic environment, unable to see his actions— surprising him is not a good idea. ]

Allow me to guide you out of here. There are obstacles in the halls now.