[The question surprises him, but Damian lowers his eyes thoughtfully and considers whether or not he has anything he'd want to tell them.] Yeah. [But what does he say when he has one chance?]

I'd say... I love them. [The glow brightens, seeping inward.] I'd say they're really important to me, and I miss them when they're gone. Like... I'm not whole anymore. [The glow, though warm, is blinding, and it consumes him from the outside in.] But... I'd tell them not to be scared because... we'll find each other again.