"When did I lie?" He rolls his head to the side, very slightly, still not looking at her. He feels tired. He feels - very tired. "None of my hope was false. We both hope for the war to end. We both hope for peace, and a better life for everyone. Including for the misfits." A small gesture of his hand takes in the both of them.

"That isn't a lie. That will happen in time. One way or another."