Inric reaches out to Anvar, now bent over on the table and shaking with anger and grief, but pulls back before touching him, uncertain of how to offer comfort. He can't find any words to say except the truth. Cold and hard as it is, he finds some comfort himself in acknowledging it. Nothing can hurt more than the truth. "You are correct," he says at last. "It is not just. Nothing we do now can bring about justice for what has been done. And nothing can bring them back."