[It's strange for him to talk to her, and he's quiet as he listens. She sounds a lot like she always did, and a little like their mother. He'd never think that they sounded alike though. He exhales another little sigh of smoke and clears his throat a bit.] Adventure's fuckin' dangerous, J. You get yourself out of it until the time you can't, and that's the time that fucks you over. [He's serious, but not nearly as hard as his journal words had come across. There's enough warmth and worry in his voice to be noticeable.]