[Well shit, looks like they're being serious about this and he'd been trying to keep it light or something.

Blitzø sighs and tucks the snacks away, instead fishing out the 'things got sad or serious' emergency bottle of Everclear that he opens and just takes a few gulps from directly.]

Listen, I get it. I've fucked shit up before in ways that you can't just come back from. But no one was like permanently dead from it, and I still think you're not giving Admiral fuckass enough credit for letting it happen.

But if you want, I'll take the sword for you.