There was something about hearing of someone's home that was somewhat peaceful. He didn't know much about peace being a telepath but he could feel it in the way she talked about. A life before the Reginment, it seemed so strange but he knew it existed. He might not remember his own but he wasn't stupid. There were places and lives outside of these walls.
"I hope that you do," even though he didn't think it that would ever happen. The Regiment felt so consistent and endless. There was little hope for him of ever getting out.