Seems that way. [Just agrees softly, not without a surge of quiet bitterness on his lips at whatever magic is behind it this time. He recognizes that's what it is, of course, and not for the first time wonders what the fucking point is. It comes out softer in the end when he manages to voice it.]
So then - what?
[He can see his father's gaze drift between himself and the blade in his hand where he's still shakily holding it and breathes out in a way that feels hollow much as the words he doesn't really expect an answer to.] What is it that I'm supposed to say here?