Matsuka's eyes stay on Beatrice curiously as she turns away from him. "...I'm probably being very foolish," he admits slowly. "But... this also is my choice, isn't it? My will."

He looks down, briefly, but then back up again to say, a little more quietly and as politely as he can manage: "I'll listen to your story, if you'd like." He's not entirely sure it'll be a story he wants to hear, particularly... but something in the way she's offered to tell it makes him feel as though he ought to hear her out.