"Some times the worst must be done for the greater good," he intoned, looking properly sorrowful, properly penitent. "I do not expect you to agree or even to wholly understand. These are choices beyond any you've had to make and for your sake I wish that you will never have to make them. I just hope that when you see the truth, when you realize what the humans are really doing to our people, that you'll return to your true home. To your father, Lorna." He'd looked away again, down at the desk, at his fingers. Playing at grief and apology. Still fighting that smile.