"Only you--" an embarrassed pause, before correcting, "Or, you know what I mean..."

It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't eager to see Insomnia. He hadn't seen it in so long, he hadn't even truly seen the distruction it faced--it was too dangerous to risk. Waiting till nightfall seems like an eternity, but he did figure it would be better than him causing a giant stir within the capitol.

"Yeah, I can't see too much good coming from the general populace knowing I'm back. Especially when my presence isn't exactly permanent."

Which admitting as much made his chest hurt. He wished he could stay, or just not sacrifice himself at all. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready for it... but that's what this was for, wasn't it?