A lump stuck in his throat hearing that. He had thought the same way, once. And while he was genuinely happy for the juniors, at the same time it hurt. He tried to burn that hurt away with the tea. It didn't work.

"Good," he answers with a hoarse voice, hoping it could be dismissed that he drank the tea too fast. "Be truthful, speak often, and be willing to be weak when he's strong and strong when he's weak, and I think you will have that happiness forever."