The boy's would prick at the mention of death, and returning from it. He blinks and his mouth opens, as if he is about to say something, ask something, but it seems he thinks better of it, and closes it once more, listening to the rest of the female's words. He would look over his own fur - the skeletal markings, albeit cartoonish, unrealistic, likely hold a similar reminder. But, it was information only his father knows for now, as far as he is aware. It is not a topic he wishes to speak out over publicly. Death was not funny. It hurt. And it was slow. And it felt like the worst kind of failure. But, he no longer had to feel it. This was both of their second chances. And he didn't want to think about it anymore. Not unless he was alone, with his dad. There were too many others here now to think of it, and they all had different things to say over the situation. He did not know Arrow. It was not his turn to speak.

His orange eyes turn downcast as now they discuss Leroy. Another individual he did not know. He'd seen him once before his demise, and then never again, only aware that so many others had cared for the canine, including his father. It was not something he should or even really could comment about. So, he would instead politely listen, keeping his gaze away from others. That is, until an individual he's not met - but most certainly did know of - approaches. And he was...angry. The former weapon carefully watches their leader, his ears twisting back as he hears the words spill out of the male's mouth. He shuffles closer to his father silently, trying to press up against him, his stance lowering as if to hide himself. The male was angry for similar reasons the boy felt...but, he had not been angry at anyone but himself. He'd been given the second chance. Not his brother, who deserved it. But, no one here knew his brother. No one knew to be angry with him.

But, still, it did not seem to be the same. These events...as far as he knew, were not connected in any manner. Just that they died, and one returned from it. Arrow was not to blame. She'd not even known.

"B-Being angry at her...wo-won't make him come b-back." He would shakily state, voice still quiet, but hopefully loud enough for the male to hear. Or hopefully not. He is not so sure. Maybe it still wasn't his place to speak. His head turns away, staring at the ground, as if to communicate he did not mean to challenge him. "My...My name's Roy, miss Arrow." Because he hadn't gotten to say it earlier. But, his gaze does not lift to meet her own. It remains locked towards the ground.

Almost as soon as the words had left Aurum's mouth, he braced himself for the look that flashed across Arrow's face. The pain, and the remorse glossing over her eyes when she realized Leroy was honestly and truly gone. Aurum opened his mouth, ready to apologize again for what had happened, despite the fact there was nothing he or anyone else could've done to save the former proxy, but then came the arrival of Crow. The guardsman wasn't sure what exactly he had been expecting from the general – perhaps relief? Happiness? Sorrow? – but instead of anything he could've been expecting, Crow reacted with... anger, and malice. Immediately the lion's ears flattened against his skull, his mouth opening to give Crow a vicious tongue lashing for his hurtful words, but he held himself back, not wanting to interrupt what Arrow's response would be. Her response was... well, touched with exhaustion. She sounded upset and like she wanted to cry, but was just too wiped out to do so. Her reaction was enough to make a soft growl leave the lion, his eye narrowing angrily at Crow. Leader or not, the feline was being a complete and utter dick, and there was no way that Aurum was going to let him just continue using his pain as an excuse to lash out at someone that they had missed so much.

As he readied himself once again, Roy came over, the boy frowning as he pressed into his father's side, hiding himself away. Aurum draped one of his wings over his son, comforting him despite the negativity of the situation. The angel gave a firm nod when he heard Roy's words, hissing sharply to Crow as his fluffy tail lashed from side to side behind him, "Roy's right, Crow. Getting angry at Arrow won't do anything to bring Leroy back, and all it will do is make her feel upset. I understand you're grieving right now, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be an asshole. And you know as well as I do that Leroy wouldn't approve of you blaming Arrow for him not being here." His words were sharp, but he also considered them to be true, and he very much did not approve of the words that Crow had arrived with. As he fell silent, he glanced down at Roy, gently touching his nose to the tiger's head before rumbling to Arrow, sighing heavily, "Like he said, this is Roy. He's actually, uh... he's actually my son." He wanted to welcome Arrow with actually happy news, and not have her be bombarded with apologies or anger words.