Even the Earl and Cyril used someone until they completely dried up and had nothing left to give. Pain and suffering fit in with desperation. Even if he could voice this opinions though he wouldn't outright say them to Reira, who in his eyes would always be a kid.

His hands flex to show his discomfort with her words and then fold down at his sides again, looking away from her now towards someone else nosing around at the corners of the Farm. He records this because he should and because it is obvious. He frowns though, his mouth forming a firm line.

He closes his eyes under the visor and tries to convey feelings of Hope and Understanding but they fall rather short.