"... I'm dead, Jaune. Maybe not here. But I just... shit, I hope she's okay. I want her to be okay..." He leans into his friend's chest, trying to catch his breath. "I hope she can finish what I started. I want..." He sniffs, and wipes his nose on his sleeve. ... He can wash that later.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be springing this on you. I mean... heh. I just... people like me are just like any human. We want the people we care about to be safe. We want to have fun. We want to live our lives. But... I never imagined any of this would happen when I helped set up our branch like a century ago. I just wanted us to be able to be safe."