[It may be noticeable, but Casey doesn't comment on it. He does lift a hand to wipe at his own eyes, particularly at the uncle comment. That too... god, this is the worst. That someone else could be in his shoes, and that he has so little to offer as comfort. If they were closer he'd want to hug the poor guy. As it is, that would definitely look like a stab attempt.

Instead, Casey shifts sideways a few steps and crouches down at the water's edge. At this point he's not leading them into port a mutually crying mess. His own pride won't allow it, almost as much as Hunter's. He tugs off a glove and splashes some water on his face, intent on sitting there for a bit to give them both a breather. And maybe talk this through, as much as either of them need. Far from the crowd of whatever's going on at the main docks.]

I lost my uncles, too. My sensei. [How many other terrible truths do they share? Though his own losses weren't the first - they survived many years, even after he was born - he doubts the timing makes the sting any less terrible. By Hunter's voice alone, he knows that's not true.] They taught me... the greatest weapon is hope. You keep fighting as long as you can. The people who're counting on you... they make you stronger.