[Yoimiya's words ring true within him, a solid, irresistible command that settles deep within his heart and banishes all other needs or wants outside of her. He hums quietly in agreement, breath shuttering as his mind complies with her orders, as if he were making the same pledge he'd made to the Tsaritsa herself. Small breaths slip out of him, the word on his lips being yes, yes, hot on her skin as he nuzzles his head further into her. Tartaglia acts as if he's unwilling to break contact with her, like he might panic if he were forced to take a single step away. When she feels where his heart is, it pounds heavily and hard in his chest, quickening in speed once her hand rests firmly upon it.]

You're the only thing I need. The only one I need. Nothing else matters...

[He doesn't need anything. He'll be happy attaching himself to her for the rest of eternity, if that's what she wishes for. His own freedom and agency no longer matters, because what is life without Yoimiya.

Tartaglia's own heart darkens, not realizing that this very wish is taking away something precious to him, but of course, that doesn't matter. All he wants is to give Yoimiya everything she wants and more. And if that means his completely and utter submission, then so be it.]

I'm yours, I pledge myself to you, so do with me what you will. I can't do anything without you, Yoimiya. Please help me...