He gave a nod, knowing what Ezra meant, but feeling like it'd be insensitive to say he understood. He didn't understand, not the way Ezra did. His experiences working with people he didn't trust were, what, petty theft from lab partners? That was hardly equivalent to having the fate of a nation riding on you.

"I'll keep my eyes open, at least," he said. "Let you know if I find anything. Who knows, maybe the greycloaks are done. Maybe there isn't anything else, maybe the merge was all they wanted."

He didn't sound like he believed that. But man, it would be nice to be able to believe it.