[The silence he gets in return tells Bakugo he hit a nerve. A question answered without the other man having to say anything. Losing your comrades could mean anything, from one trusted ally to an entire group with a sole survivor. He's not surprised about the answer, expression growing more somber in place of his usual scowl.]

I know what that's like.

[Not as intensely, probably, as Bakugo's had mercifully few deaths in his life despite the field of work that he's in. But the first one he experienced continues to haunt him. Midnight was one of his teachers, someone he saw almost every day during his year at U.A. She died during the first war... killed by villains. She died to protect, and her last words were spent giving her students encouragement and advice to end a greater threat. The empty space in the classroom when they all-- when most of them --returned after the war, hit hard.

They died so others could live. It's often like that, isn't it.]

It's not a damn territory. They break us up into teams. Each team has their own dorm on the base. Everlight, Redemption, Revelation, and Brimstone. It lets them mobilize a group without having to focus on each individual, and without engaging all of us.