"We." That's another odd concept, that pairing of the two of them. As if there is any commonality which would put him and this small, hesitant creature in even the same league.

Still, the question sends him combing through his memories. What remains of them. There are bits, pieces. The fact that he can not match together an honest answer out of any of those pieces disturbs him and the frown on his sloping, misplaced lips deepens.

"Does it matter?" As his words dismiss the question his body does, too. His feet spread wider into a less casual posture. His spine straightens. His hands hang at his sides, the better to reach the guns which, he has forgotten, now contain something much less fatal than bullets. "No sense in looking. Perhaps you're too young to see that, but you'd best try. And sooner rather than later, child. For your own sake."