He opens his mouth to argue, then closes it. He opens it again, this time just to comment, but he can't find the words and he closes it once more. There's silence, as he realizes that the only he can really do to this is agree. The connections between people and the way they affect one another, the consequences of one's action -- they're all the stuff that he thought most about and felt the strongest about. He's learned the lesson of consequences over and over in his life. He knew this. Slowly, shakily, he takes a breath.

"Everyone says it's okay. That they'll help. It still feels wrong, but... do you think it's okay? To accept that?"