So many wounds exposed in so few words; for a moment, Glasya almost felt sorry for Bellamy. But those events that might have broken him now made him perfect for Glasya's purposes. Forged in these fires, Bellamy might have a fighting chance at becoming quality First Order material -- or perhaps something even greater. Under Glasya's instruction, there was much he might accomplish. He curbed a smile, lest it seem inappropriately timed.
"I believe you," he said. "You have a willful streak that reminds me of myself. That can be molded into something quite formidable. " Left unspoken was the opening this Ark allowed Glasya. In some ways it was reminiscent of the Republic, with its emphasis on the greater good above the desires of its people. Sacrifice, as if that was always such a noble goal. Population control, too, was a coldly damning phrase. If Glasya played his hand well, perhaps this injustice could be turned to his benefit.
"And your sister. I know you are eager for her to rejoin you. What is your plan if or when she returns?"