I believe you already know one of my methods in dealing with such pain.

[ However "degenerate" the choice is. It'd explain both of their hangovers and Saber the Red's more snappish mood. Then she sighs. ]

Conversation of any kind, with anyone willing to listen, dulls the pain. To let out our feelings... it is a cry for help: "I am hurt. I am suffering." Though we were both inebriated, I am still grateful you were there.

You cannot advance alone... right?