He keeps that small motion going. It reminds him that this is still Tsuna. No matter who it is talking through him, Tsuna is still in there somewhere. More than that, there's a soft hurt, a memory of those days he spent as a child pouring through Secondo's journals. Reading about the man's life. About the man he had somehow inherited power from.

He doesn't think he can be that man either. He doesn't even know if trying would be fair to Tsuna. Still, he wonders if there was a way to bring the man back. To so that, he'll try to remember all those things he read. "You know I don't enjoy it either. I hate fighting with you. But he's right." There's huge sections of those journals about Spade, about all those things Spade convinced the Second to believe. Things Xanxus understands aren't really that wrong, because it was what made them what they are today. "We'll never have enough power to do what you want if you're afraid to make sacrifices. It's because I love you so much that I'm willing to do what you won't."