Kurloz took a moment to think on that, a faraway look entering his eyes that grew heavy-lidded with quiet contemplation. His jaw worked minutely to lightly bring his teeth over the tip of his tongue and he withdrew into himself. He lowered his head and focused on his hands, expression growing haunted as he remembered Meulin's screaming, fingers curling into white-knuckled fists that prevented him from responding to the question.