[ None of the information that's being relayed to him sound particularly pleasant, but he's... used to that, in a way. He didn't have high hopes about this place providing him with an exit strategy or a real way to save the people he cares about, but it's one thing to know and one thing to hear it again.

His expression remains the same, but his gaze falls down to the floor for just a moment: a lowering of eyes that's universal in every language. It's resignation.

(and here he'd thought he could go home.) ]

If that's what you decided is best, hold on to it. It may not do you any good, but it's a start. [ He straightens up, smears the blood he got on his hand on his blanket. ] There are never easy solutions.