[ Meanwhile he's unmoved by sitting on the same bed as someone. Even a heart bed. Rather than think about that, Sting puts his hand to his chin and contemplates something else. ]

Because of the situation. [ Remembering that, yes, that's why he came here, he frowns. ] It's hard to accept everything that's happening, but... yeah. You're right about it being necessary. And I doubt anyone else could do what you're doing, or put as much work into it.