Watching her hard stare and careful rendering of her philosophy, Viatorus realises that he's listening to a creed. A cruel, unforgiving creed. It makes him uncomfortable. Since he was young he'd always been kept from the harsh realities of life. He'd only seen them through his sister as she turned into a fierce and cynical woman. To think that Amelia is taking on a similarly dangerous role alone doesn't sit well with him. Where is the system? Where is the back up? The reinforcements to ensure that the family survives, that it thrives, even in the face of terrible things?

He doesn't know what to say, so he pulls his hand close and stays quiet, uncertain and trying not to look disapproving.