Lenalee. [ His accent's odd, but the name is easy enough to say. ]
[ At that, he adjusts the fur-lined collar of his cloak. ] I guess... the idea is bad. That's true. I mean... taking people from their homes and throwing them anyplace they don't belong is terrible. [ His brows crease in frustration. ] But not everyone is here forever, as much as Acumen likes to make us think that. People have--
People do leave. Sometimes. Randomly. [ And the confidence drains from his tone. ]