Thinking it about it won't help us much, I suppose. [It's more like a nagging thought that won't leave. Like an itch that can't be scratched. Worrying about it all won't do them any good.

Of course, maybe Wriothesley is taking things too well. After all, it isn't like back home is doing too hot with a nation ending prophecy on the horizon. But hey, can't worry about water that might dissolve him if he's here, right? Through thick or think, they'll all manage after whatever comes.] Things will be handled as they come. In the meantime, I'm sure there are ways for us to prepare.

[Playing the game, but surely they can make some form of contingency plan. Plans.]