[Lost? That is not the word one would use were they aware of the truth. Burned. Destroyed. Massacred. People know little about Expedition Zero beyond word of mouth because, together with his son, he had wiped them from existence. But as much as it had been to hide the awful truth of their existence, he had done so to protect those he holds dear. Had done so because he had been driven by anger to ignore his own suffering.

Renoir bows his head rather than study the younger man, having studied him enough already to catch glimpses of his character. Intelligent. Dedicated to family. Dedicated to his community.

It is a community he has little desire to walk amongst these days.]

It's not good to worry about what happened during that time. It is better for your team that you focus on your mission.

[Says the man who has to be at least a century. His head turns to watch Lune, sleeing peacefully and unawares on the floor, ad he regards her with a thoughtful expression. He really cannot have her discovering too much.]