"...Ah." He sighs. It's hard for this to feel real, it hasn't felt so since he arrived here; in this strange place full of lights that do not burn and machines that do the washing for you, he has almost been content to view it as a fairyland, or an afterlife. Benvolio being here changes that. Yes, it is good to finally have someone from home -- one of his dearest friends, no less; but then to hear the rest of the tale? It is more difficult than he had thought it would be.

"I'faith, I am sorry, my Ben. I know she was dear to thee."