[In this difficult time, Rocket regrets the fact that there is no easy way to exit the roof, except straight down, and as tempting as it is... He doesn't want to waste a mansion death, just because he didn't want to talk about his feelings.

Even if it would get him excused from this event.]

Like now. See? That's why you don't say shit. You just push people away and yell at 'em, 'cause if something like that happened to you then you know there's just something not good in you. And people are gonna come along and try to fill that void in you, and it's not gonna be enough, and when they realize that, they're gonna leave, and make the hole bigger. And then what?

[This time he doesn't flinch, because if he's staying, he might as well embrace it.]