He sees the utter turmoil and the torture on that face, knows that...hells, nobody was expecting this. The way it twists and turns on the hedgehog's expression is something he remembers seeing so many years ago for himself, but had neither the power or the will to do anything about it then. This is...
Oh to hells with it, his mind suddenly chides, and he's letting his arm slip further around those shoulders, drawing the hedgehog into a hug and all but forcing his eyes away from that sight.
"This place doesn't believe in promises," he replies, feeling the very words sting his tongue as he says them. The truth, it seems, always hurt the most. "Nor does it believe in death," he adds, a gentle reminder of the skewed reality they were all living in here.