Indeed, they've already talked about it. But Angeal knows, perhaps more than some, that occasionally you need to have conversations over and over again. Chip away at the brick with patient consistency until a hole is made.

So he nods along. "I get it." It makes his own skin crawl sometimes when he remembers just what he looks like, when he focuses too long at the scales over his forearms, when his horns catch something stupid. Still. "You shouldn't let those just stay ideas, you know. It's you, Rosie. No matter what, you'll always shine bright."