Ross walked ahead, quietly listening as Bruce went on about whatever event had taken place regarding his loved ones. Bizarre, that everyone had a stake in this war, except for Bruce. Yet, he'd gone through the same kind of suffering. Maybe it wasn't so bizarre? Where they came from, and who bestowed such profound suffering upon them, didn't matter. They'd all lost something. Ross began to chuckle.

	"You 'aint too in touch with yerself, are ya?" Ross quipped, mocking Bruce's emotional response to his own story. "Like a wee'babe, gettin' all fucked up over [i]just the thought[/i] of some girl and her kid brother. It's a tad pathetic, y'know?" Brash, and with no Tact, Ross shifted gears until his approach was littered with sheer offence. He turned around and face Bruce, stopping their stroll a bit short of the path's end. Had he lost it?