He tapped his pen on the table while he thought letting out a quite ''hmmm'' as he thought. 'Why isn't anything simple anymore?' he thought to himself. He could relate to her thoughts all to well, War being the destroyer of all things, trust included.
''Firstly'' he began ''I am glad i hold at least some of your trust. I do know how hard it is to gain it, and how easy it is to loose it. Secondly, Are you alone in leading the exiles? I mean truely, do you not have your second's and third's? Thirdly, you seem to have a choice, fight and possibly die or...stay away. You'll forgive me if i ask, do you think there is any hope for Malta''
He asked the last question quite seriously, if she was as exhusted as he thought then he would assume that she would rather start anew someplace else, rather than fight what seemed to be a loosing battle.