It's fair to say he doesn't want her to know, at least for now-- it'll come to light eventually, because it always does.

But in the meantime, he calms slightly, focusing on the coffee pot with his brow knitted slightly.

"I don't know," he admits, "...if we can fix the rifts, I. Don't know." An uncertain glance up at Clarisse, "what do you hope will happen?"