[Roy considers the question quietly for a couple minutes, letting their collective body heat deal with the chill from his damp clothing and hair.]

I know there's no point worrying. It's just... I guess I'm too used to having it there if needed it, or wanted to use it. It's been with me for over ten years, after all. How would you feel your knives were taken from you without warning, and you couldn't replace them?

[Not the best comparison really, but it was the only one he could think of currently.]