Whether or not Hanzo meant the words as a rebuke, Myr hears them as one and feels a moment's guilt for it. "So you would," he admits, softly. "And I owe Benedict an apology for not seeking you out instead."

He can do no less than listen to Hanzo's explanation closely, given the lengths he's gone to already to get it; he doesn't interject through any of it, though his fingers tighten on his staff as the older man concludes his explanation. Something isn't right here--Myr can recognize that much, because none of this quite fits together. But--

There's a point past which you don't pry. Not when someone's that afraid of what you might turn up. He breathes out slowly, not quite a sigh, and smoothes his worried expression to one of studied neutrality. "Right. I imagine it must be. Will you tell me if you find anything significant?"

Truthfully, he expects a no--but he's got to ask. He's got to try.