For someone who didn't do emotions, he sure was feeling those nagging things like empathy coupled with that strange sensation of feeling like he might have just dredged up the wrong topic. This was why he didn't like people getting all weepy at him. This was why he refused to get all weepy.

"That's rough." He replied almost awkwardly. He couldn't say he knew what it felt like--he killed his own father, after all. But the man deserved it. "Mine was the wrong kind of people." He admitted, but shifted off that subject rather quickly. He didn't regret what he did to Lewis. He'd do it again. He was almost surprised he didn't do it sooner, but then, the man had never actually aimed to kill his sister before.

Leonard noticed the change of costumes and inclined his head slightly. "I take it you didn't need any first aid?"