"No man is an island. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. The world is full of cliches, but the fact is... they're oft repeated because they're generally TRUE," Tate grunted, giving Sabel a stern look. Ultimately, Tate felt that regardless of what he faced, there was never a reason to breech protocol. Never a reason to be insubordinate, to bite the hand that attempted to comfort.

Sabel wasn't a soldier; he was a boy. And occasionally a rude one. "Don't cut yourself off from honesty because you're afraid of causing distress to other people. Obviously, you have very good friends who want to help you grieve." He nodded at Arya.