[ Joshua's head turns at that, the mugs being settled on the table now forgotten. Oh, no. No, no, he doesn't want that. He'd worried that Clive might do this, had hoped that he wouldn't--

He turns, moving to his brother's side. Offers a hand on his shoulder, as Clive just did for him. ]

No. Clive. It's all right. I promise you, I have never held any ill will towards you for it. Not even before I knew it was you.

[ He knows, now, from seeing how Clive handles being Ifrit. Knows that his brother had been out of control that day. ]

Please do not punish yourself for something out of your control. It was not by your hand. Just as your death here was not by mine.