The irony of this situation almost made Adrien consider chuckling. Except he never chuckled and his lips rarely bothered to form even a grin. Still, the fucking irony.

He might have remarked upon it, except the way Miles spoke caught the doctor's attention and his focus sharpened a little as he studied the man.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" He asked, genuinely curious. The man was as much a sudden captive here as the rest of them ... right? But it wasn't just that. The tenses he used, the way he spoke of these Cetagandans.

Adrien was used to having to listen between the lines, and Miles' words suggested paragraphs of what wasn't being said.