Larsa's expression seemed to turn even more hopeless, if that were even possible at this point. With each passing word, it appeared that the situation was worse than he could ever have imagined. Even so, even though he had no idea where his Judge Magister was or what condition the man would be in, Larsa knew he had to get as much information as he could. One of these days soon, he was going to try to find out where exactly his guardian was and see if there was anything he could do.

"It is not your fault," came the dour answer, though Larsa was trying his best not to appear as helpless as he felt... trying and failing miserably. He was always easy to read. Today was no different.

"I only wish that I knew how I could repay you, and what might be done to stop this." To stop it and help those who had become victims. It was this perversion of justice, this wrongdoing, that made Larsa angry above all. His expression was about to change again into one of anger and determination. "I suppose the next course of action would be for me to ask you who else I might talk to. Is there some sort of Resistance against them?"