This was an exchange of trust. Right? And he asked to speak to them. He prepared for this, in one way or another. What was the other option? Play charades with them, hope they get the message? No, there was no darting around it.

Besides, what was this exchange between comrades - between friends - compared to the years and years he's had to endure to try and wrangle stubborn nations into peace? Senku and Gen at least, didn't mean him harm. They knew too, what it's like...

Roland closes his eyes only briefly, before donning his signature determined look, brow furrowed, lips forming a thin line. Worried, but it's as Gen said. How could they help him if he hid the fact?

"Nuclear, then." He says, quietly. "On the day my nation was supposed to host a world summit in a bid to unify all countries under a banner of peace...A nuke flew across the sky and leveled the city." Now one city was nothing, but Roland had to clarify -

"My version of earth was already at the worst of political and military tensions across every border. Such an act of aggression wouldn't be the last." He knew they were smart enough for the rest of what he's implying. The nuke would have started the end. The world war to end all world wars. He knows that. That's loomed over him for a long time, when he still donned the mantle of president.

He pauses here, and waits dutifully.