His plans and ideas were himself. He'd stand by what he said. It's only a suicide mission if a motherfucker intends it of the team. Let her have her mirth. He'll squint at her and barely resist flipping her the bird, the language that went beyond universes.

Of course he doesn't know much of humans One didn't become an expert stuck in a motherfucking tower all the time. Hundreds of religions is a newer heresy. He's more used to stupidly suffocating atheism. He rolls eyes. "YEAH OKAY." He mutters to himself, "Was meaning getting a mourn on..."

He catches the first that forms. His eyes go back up to her face, wearing an expression just short of amiable. Is sobers him but it doesn't make him wince so much as the well-wishing does. His own fist clenches. "YOU TOO, I GUESS. Ain't no need for your ass to be being making so heroic blowing-up of the shit, just a stealth run."