[Someday, he's going to have to figure out how to damp down on the seemingly endless fatigue etched through his very bones. Something almost as vast as the memory of the Black Lion's power, from that moment they united. But today isn't that day. So when the kid relents, looks away, hunches, the anger washes away in a breath of tired, like the last few rays of a dying star.]

[He's so tired of arguing with teammates.]

[This is better. But he won't draw attention to the yield. Just move on. It's for the best, he figures. Teenage pride isn't something easily healed. Focus on his defenses, on maintaining his calm. The honesty which comes so naturally to him.]

No, they don't, do they?

[A shake of his head.] You know how to fight -- [There's no questioning it. Just restating a fact.] -- and I'm sure that's going to come in handy at some point.

It's... it depends on who you ask. [About war, he means.]