Tears? Aya blinked, not knowing how to react for one passing moment. Then Omi's words unraveled memories he would have rather kept hidden. Of another young man who had believed being Weiss meant not having any weaknesses. He kept forgetting how young Omi was, or perhaps just failing in grasping the concept of being young. Either way, Omi didn't need any more stress than he already had.

"You said it yourself," Aya said softly, reaching up again to lay a hand on Omi's head. He would have done more but he still didn't know where the boy was injured. So, he settled to ruffle Omi's hair gently. "You'd do it for us. Wouldn't you?" There was more to it, but he left that out, for now.