Should Lee be saying these sorts of things in a hall to a random prisoner? Or at least, random to anyone who didn't know them. Steel couldn't look away though. Feeling floored would be putting it lightly. He rocked back on his heels and sucked in an extra breath he nearly choked on. He wasn't used to someone showing him this kind of emotion and he knew that his own face was more open than usual. "War sucks." At first that was all he could say. What was there to say to what Lee was going through? That he understood? That he felt for the guy? Steel wasn't sure what he felt. He doubted his words would offer any kind of solace.

He reached through the bars and brushed his fingers against Lee's wrapped wrist. He wanted to see the tattoo again. Turning his hand, he revealed his own sun tattoo. After looking at it for a second, Steel looked back up at Lee. "You care too much. It's easier if you forget how. But then..." Steel nearly doubled over as his own emotions threatened to break through. No, he couldn't let the wall come crumbling down so soon. He built that wall around himself painstakingly brick by brick and he prided himself in it. "But then someone in this damn war has to feel something. Even if we can't do a damn thing to change it, maybe we can change someone who can."