"Understandable."

Ansem's arm moves a bit to wrap around Ken, tucking him in. If all he can be at this point is shelter from the storm, so be it.

"We're not powerless," he murmurs reassuringly. "What we can do for them is bide our time, and gather what information we can. And when the opportunity comes - whatever it may be - we will act. It is my dearest hope this is all matter of misunderstanding, and our hosts will become our allies after reparations are given."