[Kimblee flinches when the mirror breaks, but he doesn't hesitate beyond that; he's quick to move back to Archer's side, pushing himself away from the wall and trying to position himself such that Archer has to look at him, or at least acknowledge his presence.

He's aware that putting himself between Archer and anything is likely a bad idea right now, especially something like the damn wall; he can't really say that he cares, however, and his hand is quick to settle on the right side of Archer's face, his fingertips tracing lightly along his cheek as he does so.]

Don't. You know how I am about pitying oneself; don't start now.

[His words are firm, but there's nothing harsh or angry behind them.]

If you weren't still human, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You wouldn't be capable, and I would know, besides - I specialize in energy manipulation, remember, and I would be able to tell if you no longer had enough of a soul to be considered a person; I've worked with the Homunculi for half my life, I know abominations when I see them. They're either soulless or Ishvalan, and you're neither.

[It's a blatant lie; after all, Kimblee had never been able to tell the difference between Envy and anyone else if he was transformed, and as far as he knew Envy always remained as genuinely soulless as he ever was regardless of appearance. But it doesn't matter if it's a lie right now; what matters is that it's convincing, and he's managing to keep eye contact and keep his tone straightforward while he says it, so he hopes it's convincing enough.

Casual racism aside.]

You'll be strong enough to handle this. I know you will.