Cole nods, before he looks out at the beasts but also people. The Inquisitor is noble. The Inquisitor is also smart. "She'd know what to do," he has to admit.

Because right now? In this moment? Cole has absolutely no idea what to do. He can't help without getting hurt. The people that were brought back, the blank slate girl and the man with minds like butterflies, he didn't know how he could help them either. At least, how he could help them more than listening (but listening always helped.).

"I'm working here now," he explains, as he still looks out at the not-beasts. "Bound but unbound. The alternative was worse." Better to serve the Ringmaster and still remain Cole than to serve the Prince and be something entirely different.