Right. It's hard to remember that detail when you're sitting together at a kitchen table eating cookies. Jaune immediately feels pretty idiotic, but he hopes it's at least a little understandable. "Sorry. I'm---I'm sure she'll do what she can," he says, thinking of how his own group picked up after their losses. Because while Pyrrha was the one that hurt the most, they had certainly lost more than just her in the past few months he can remember.

Jaune considers it, leaning back to the counter and offering him some napkins. It isn't as nice as tissue -- which would probably be elsewhere in the house -- but it's better than nothing. "I think everyone wants that if you really get down to it, safety that is. That's what spurred a lot of the conflict and negotiations for peace where I'm from...though it always seems to be a pretty delicate balance because there's usually something else at stake that people want to defend," Jaune says. "I think," he hesitates, "I think as much as we may want it...one person can't keep the world safe like that...or even a small group for that matter."

"Besides...it sounds like a lot to be holding in. I know the memories can be rough...but yours sound like they might be a lot more than anyone else I've talked to," Jaune admits, thinking about the fact that if he's at least a century old then that's a lot to process...on top of apparently being dead. "I...can probably only just listen, but I hope that helps in some way," Jaune adds.