"I do not think any Risen are," Felwinter says solemnly. Whatever they once were, he means. He interprets her response as a generalization, for then Risen of his world seem to either be lost or to have become ruthless. Seeking one's fate... He supposes that's something he is still doing, himself.

Friends... He does not have these, back home, on the cold peak that he's named after himself. There is no one he trusts, there. But here is not there, and these people are not those.

"Eva. I shall remember it," he promises, even though she has blatantly admitted the same might not be so towards him.