He couldn't relate. He grew up being more close to his father than anyone, and couldn't imagine not having faith in him. At times, he resented the fact that he was so sheltered, he felt selfish, in a way. But Albus could relate to feeling alone, though, sometimes, he felt as if he isolated himself.
He wanted to ask, but didn't want to intrude. However, his curiosity got the best of him. "What sort of company?" he asked carefully. He didn't want her to close up, and become shuttered.
Absently, he told her, "I don't think you will. They don't sound like very good people, and you're just...a generally 'good' person." It was true. Bella was probably one of the nicest people he'd met.
"Sort of sounds like you feel helpless to...fate," he said slowly, his head dipping, eyes thoughtful. Albus snorted. "I get that. It's like, being here, where everything's going on out there. I feel selfish, and out of control. That's something I hate-not being in control...don't know why."