( Ah, this is weighing heavily on his little friend, isn't it? He lowers his hand, thumb rubbing gently against Ima's back, and breathes deeply. )

Hmmm.

( What does one exactly say here? )

I might not be the best one to talk to about these things. ( He's never killed. He's never even cut. ) I don't really know what to say.

But maybe you gotta ask yourself right now... what would've happened if ya done nothing? Woud ya be better or worse right now?