Zaunites were fatalistic when it came to walking away from an issue. It was the fight that was bred into them, he expected. A select portion of their population never knew when to quick, though retreat was optional for survival, but they otherwise took to remaining around one another to sort their shit out verbally and physically more often than not.

"I know. I respect you for it, even if I don't necessarily agree." His respect was the best that he could offer, which was most likely more than she deserved after playing a part in the death of his children. Yeah, kids died all the time, but that wound still cut deep. It was fresh.

"So you said."

The war being over brought up so many questions, and he doubted he would fully grasp what that meant given his current time period. It meant something to her, and because she believed so strongly in Zaun that he would accept her word for it.

Yet, his gaze narrowed at her accusation. "Piltie pets? Don't push your luck; I'm not allied with anyone, but they just so happen to be less likely to murder me." For once, he actually sounded offended, his hands clenching at his sides. He'd ally with whoever he had to to get the job done, but he was still Zaunite through and through.

"I know how to keep information confidential. It's a task I'm already doing," he remarked coldly.