Hm.

[He has both hands around his glass, watching the liquid spin around as it's chilled from his fingers. Now that he's asked the question he's positive he didn't really want the answer. Agreeing with Rosinante doesn't make it any harder to swallow.]

We'll make it. We have to, there's no other choice. So we do what we must.

[This is getting kind of deep and he sorta wishes he was full on hammered to not have to think about this. He can't even remember the last time he's been drunk. Years and years ago. Probably sometime after Bo' Rai Cho dragged him away from trying to kill himself as some pointless atonement for murders he didn't remember committing.

Welp, that's an even worse thought. Back to the bottle he goes to pour himself another.]

Let's talk about anything else. Pretend we're not here for a while.