He hesitates to follow the young man, eying the bird once again before slowly padding his way towards the door, putting a bit of sluggish weight on each step. Hard to tell if he was just pouting or tired, but he followed along.
"I know people like that, but they're not nearly this bad." At least in judgement. He'd met some pretty intense vigilantes.
He turns his green eyes up to meet Trowa's, then nods very slightly.
"I did that once. Fought in some wars. Only I'm still too young so I ended up not really getting to do much."