...I get that. [ He breathes it out. Slowly. But surely. He's always walking circles with this, even when he wants to respect them. Even when he wants to get better at trusting them. He can't deny he gets the feeling. That will and wish to do everything in his power.

Shaking his head, even as Tony looks away, he keeps his eyes on the tablet, himself. ]

I get that at least. 'cause I know if it was between them and me... in that immediate moment, if it was life and death? If it was their life or mine, they'd hate me for it, but- I know what I'd do and it wouldn't be them. No matter how I try to talk myself into wanting to respect them, there's always gonna be that. They got a life after this, after all.

[ He glances up at the ceiling then, closing his eyes. ]

I guess I'm just a fool hoping it won't have to come down to that.