"Yer absolutely sure y'know what t'do, right? And yer sure y'want t'do this...?"

He always made sure those who were to be going out on a mission knew what they were up against. The sweeps hadn't been too kind for him in particular, but he tried to keep his chin up. He had even been careful as to not poke her in the wrong direction too much, not wanting to provoke her.

Sigh. Being dangerous is horrible and he hates it. He reclined back in the chair, scribbling in his journal. He... had taken to writing down everything, trying not to forget anything at all, no matter how unimportant it seemed to be. He stops, and glances up to her, staring with his good eye.

"... Also I am still fuckin' incredibly jealous of you."