[Sorry. A word that carries so much weight. A word that means so much to Rosso in this specific moment in time. It's admittedly off-putting at first just to hear it from Adrian at all.

He shakes his head, grip relaxing. His claws have made holes in the arm of the couch, and slowly does he extract them from the fabric and sink back down.]

There was a war. One of us was gonna die there. If you were with me, I'd probably have been too distracted trying to make sure you lived.

[Shoulders slump, and Rosso twists around so that he's sitting on the couch like a person, back leaning against the cushions. After a moment, he pulls his legs up to his chest.]

I'm not letting you die on my watch. It was probably a good thing you weren't there.