Heh, yeah. The sacrifices we make. [Julian repeats this back, the words slightly weighed down by their meaning. Because as of right now, thinking about the sacrifices he's made is kind of a heavy topic. Not to mention the rest of it: how it is in his bones. Right down to his core, this place. He has to live with this responsibility; has to accept he might have to kill again and again, or simply deny himself. Julian sighs quietly, thinks about the sudden clarity of this thought brought upon him by Forge's words. He continues on a lighter note.] All the more reason to pack up and go to Vegas or wherever when you can. It follows you, it follows you. Definitely followed us to London.