There is noting for it but to listen, to observe, to take in as much as possible so that when he does return home? He can offer up every detail to prevent this. Arrogant to assume that anything could turn the tide of this cruel twist of fate. To think that who they were and what they did were instrumental in preventing this-

He is not one for hope, but hope he must. There is no room for despair in this. As he wanders to find familiar faces, to silently grieve those lost- he sticks to the shadows. He listens. Occasionally? He steps forward enough to ask a question as inconspicuously as possible. Some assume him a trick or a demon and honestly?

Were he in their shoes, he might think the same.