[t's Dylas' turn to be quiet. He's not really sure what to say here. He can relate to doing really stupid, foolish things. But losing someone that important to him? Or even his king, or that many people...he can't imagine living with that kind of guilt.

He wishes this conversation were in person. He decides that's as good a place to start as any.]

I wish you were saying this to my face. But...thanks, Reinhardt.

[He takes a breath before continuing. Sappy shit is hard for him, and he's sure it's not what Reinhardt wants, so he tries to keep it focused on just the two of them.]

For being you, despite...or in addition to...everything. I'm glad you're still here and fighting.