"Forgive me," Anton said, after a long moment. He had missed almost all of what they said in his private agony.
But he had to pull himself together. Panic would not help, not at all. He had gotten himself out of prison camp by using his brain and he would figure out what to do about this mess too. And these people were his allies now, so there was help and comfort in that.
"I'm.. just not sure what to make of all this still. But please.. do what you need to do, and I will accompany you."