Think about it

"Once Hera dies, you won't only have to face Dragon and Dimitri, but also everyone who wants every single Reaper dead."

Primo ruffled his hair as he recalled his short exchange with Deborah. After listening to her 'nonsense' Primo walked out on her, telling her she should focus on herself before jumping into action. However, even if he called it nonsense, it replayed in his mind over and over. 

"Shit," he whispered in irritation. "Her nonsense does make sense."

"Shouldn't you be in your room?"

While Primo was having a mental crisis, he heard Moose's voice approaching. He raised his head, casting the latter approach into the waiting area. 

"I'm not paralyzed," said Primo. "I told you. Staying in the room doing nothing is making me crazy. It might speed up my recovery, but before I fully recover, I'd lose my shit."

Moose plopped his butt down on the line of chairs across from him. "Whatever, man."