Rudolph just shook his head slowly. He just focused on eating his meatballs and spaghetti, ignoring the pain in his leg. Now that he had been sitting for awhile, the muscles seemed to have gone numb and the pain was a little less. Though he knew that would change when they got ready to leave. It never seemed to really go away, the pain. No matter how much movement or heat was applied to the affected muscle, it was still there. Lurking in the wings. Just ready to remind him of the hell he endured for nearly five years. "You say that now, Rassa. But I'm afraid to hold you back from your life. You have so much more to get out of life. Don't let me hold you back. You have to promise me that...Please." He would beg if he had too. He wanted happiness for Rassa and even if that never came to him, the least he could was make sure it came to her.