Zander wouldn't argue with her. If that's what she believed, she knew her clan better than he did. But he would never spit in the face of hope. It was really all they could cling to here. If there was much left to do so..
"Oxford," He told her openly. Not many knew because no one bothered to ask and he wouldn't relinquish the information so easily anyways. But Cinder had shared her pain, so he could be honest with her. "We guarded a College, a holy one." Nothing of an amazing feat compared to those on a grand Cathedral, but he was proud of what he used to be. Well. What he was supposed to be. "Set there to guard against evil spirits and yet, when the holiest saw what we were, more than quiet stone, they questioned themselves...and fear did the rest."