Pain fluttered up through the Elder at the look on the other man's face. This would be the absolute worst time to leave and he knew it. He'd cared for Tris, wouldn't be here if he hadn't. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the younger kindred's forehead, letting them linger there for a moment instead of saying anything.
"I'm sorry, Tris, but yes. It has been that bad." One of his hands moved so he could gently comb out those silver strands with his fingers, something that hopefully calmed him. "You have enemies you created. I should have kept a better eye on you." He didn't mention that Connie had promised his death for what he'd done to Chiyu or the rest. Wouldn't bring up the sheriff or the Marquess that would have looked the other way.