Those first few words are all it takes to make Inigo go entirely quiet for a moment.

We aren't at war here.

It's true. Of course it's true. Sure, they go to worlds and they fight, but it's.. different. It's not always quite all out war like back home. They have more allies too, for one, and it sounds like the train even returns those who have died, unlike how that sort of thing would go back home.

And yet it somehow feels odd to Inigo. As if, despite having arrived on the train a long time ago, he's never quite slipped out of the mindset he had back home. Out of the situation he and all of them had to deal with. Hasn't he kept on living practically the same way here? Pushing himself even when it's unnecessary, locking things up in order to not let them be a bother to others, worrying endlessly--

".. You're right," he softly admits. Despite his best attempts to keep it at bay, Inigo can feel the blush starting to crawl onto his cheeks. Hot shame fills his gut, because even now Gerome is pointing out the obvious to him and he's safely healed in Inigo's arms, he still can't help but worry about Gerome.

He doesn't pull out of the hug, but he does pull his head back enough to look at the other.

"Forgive me, I just.."

I'm still scared.

He can't say it.

".. I most likely seem quite silly worrying about it so much, don't I."