[Shun turns his attention back to her at the whistle, though his eyes narrow visibly as he reads the signs. His usual argument here would be that it's different where he's concerned, but he's also made that argument often enough that he knows it doesn't tend to work in these circumstances, as much as he'd like it to.

He pauses, turning more fully towards Ginia. If there's one good way to make him talk about his past, it's to prick him in it without actually dragging it out, and he extends one arm to point back down the volcano, to the point where they came from.]

Do you want to know what I was looking at down there? The hundreds of my allies who died because I wasn't there for them when I needed to be. [His voice is unyielding, but there's also something tense and tight and choked to it.] Everyone else can make their own decisions on what's soft. I'm not going to judge them on the same scale. But I'm not going to lose anyone else I care about because I let myself lapse at the wrong time. I refuse.

[He turns on his heel rather abruptly at those last two words, because he can't keep the same face on all the way through that, and he doesn't really want to be facing her when it changes. He doesn't care what it takes out of him to do it - he's not going to fail anyone like that again.]