"I doubt there is anything of worth heavier than a few plants and scrolls. I imagine anything we find will be easily managed by the two of us. And I do not take it personally," he murmured, not entirely truthful but not deliberately lying. Just because he couldn't see it for himself. He understood, at least, what the twins were suffering after seeing the shattered remnants of their former lives so blatant and cruelly laid out.

Another reason he was grateful not to have his home on the Skyway.

"Shall we, then?"