[Normally, he'd of had a little fun killing the siren, but for what she just put them through, he'll make an exception to that rule. She wasn't much fun to fight, given he never gave her a chance with how angry he was, letting his temper get the best of him before he cut her down and fried her from the inside out. The adrenaline rushes through him still, but at least his thirst for blood has been satiated for the moment, and relief fills him once more when he sees Yoimiya swimming up towards him from what was going to be her watery grave. His fingers twine with hers, swimming back up to the surface, Tartaglia gasping for air the minute he gets there. He'd spent a long time underwater, and it had begun to feel like his lungs were burning, breathing in the ocean air like it was saving his life all over again.

At the same time, Yoimiya wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her head into his chest, sending a flood of warmth and love through him as it cools his temper and calms him down from the raging inferno of anger that he was just moments before. The Harbinger returns the embrace, happy to have her in his arms again, feeling the guilt, regret and dread of his behavior sneak up on him. He sighs heavily, letting his head fall to rest on top of hers as he kicks his feet to keep them afloat, mind wandering back to the last fifteen minutes or so.]

I am too...thank you saving me, I was powerless underneath her spell.

[The anger is still there, knowing that it wasn't really his fault that it all had transpired. But at the same time, he can't help but feel like had he been stronger, he would have been able to break out of the hold the siren had on him a lot sooner.]

Yoimiya, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how you must of felt witnessing all that...

[Tartaglia hugs her a little tighter, squeezing his eyes shut when he puts himself in her shoes. Watching someone else kiss him, try to kill him, and then in turn try to use him to kill her...he'd ever wish that upon her, or anyone really, to have to go through that.]