Corrin hears the sadness in his voice and looks away, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." She offers apologetically. "I'll respect your wishes." Clearly, whatever the intent of this research, for some reason Knoll has come to regret it. And it causes an all too familiar pain of her own to surface in her chest. She puts a hand to her breast, balled into a fist.

"...I know what it's like to be let down by your home." She offers after a few moments, leaning her back against the wall, and staring upwards into the night sky. "When you know they can be better." Nohr has done some truly terrible things in the war; the images of the Chevois rebellion being brutally put down by Hans' soldiers, and the aftermath of the Hoshidan attack on the Cyrkensia Opera House leap to her mind. She wonders if perhaps Grado might be in a similar situation. "It's difficult to keep going sometimes, isn't it?" She turns her head against the stone wall to look back at Knoll.