[ Maybe he's naive. Qrow had made him question as much, too, because how could they really trust the word of the Shady Man? But...if they can't trust that, what else do they have to cling to? They're so powerless in all of this, it feels like. And he'd rather choose hope. ]

They won't get away with this. On the bright side...it seems like almost everyone who's not sick has been trying to help out in one way or another.

[ So even if he can't quite put his trust in the government they're now subject to, he can put his trust in his fellow refugees. None of them asked to be a part of this war.

War...they just can't get away from it, can they?

When she pulls up the drain, he stands to grab a towel off the rack for her, ready to warm her up as soon as she leaves the comfort of the bath. ]

I'm...I'm sure they will. I mean...this hasn't been a bad place to live.

[ He doesn't sound as certain about that as he wants to, though. ]