Inigo is quiet at that. He closes his eyes, and with the way he's still resting his head on top of the back of the seat, it'd almost look as if he was sleeping. If it wasn't for the fact that he lets out a big sigh, anyway.

"The world always keeps turning," he says. Mumbles.

Because it's true. He's experienced it so many times. Even when his parents died, the world moved on. Even when his kingdom was destroyed, the world moved on. Even as he had to fight every single miserable day of his life, nothing ever stopped. It just kept going, and going, and going.

And it's still going, even now.

".. And I'm so tired of it.."

He's too emotionally exhausted to even consider hiding behind a smile the way he usually does. This is just a sentiment that's been slumbering for a long time finally coming to the light. It's just too much, always being expected to have to keep going. No matter how much he's hurting. Having to shove traumas down and just try to live with them.