[It's hard to know what to do with empathy, other than allowing it to turn over in his head, wonder at the nature of him earning it, and letting it settle quietly inside of him. His tone edges wry.]

Yes, well. I am, too. Sorry that it happened to both of us. But glad, as well, that someone else... knows what it's like.

[Though he'd not ever wish it on a friend, either. An enemy though? Happily.]

It's terrifying.

[To him it was.]