[He watches the old chimera, his heart hurting as she recalls her experience. The dream had been upsetting enough for him to see, but his pain was nothing compared to the people who called this city home. Who spent their whole lives here, had families...]

...I'm sorry, Miss Sully...

[His tone is quiet, empathetic. While he can't relate entirely, he knew a little of what it felt like to watch your hometown in danger.

But he thinks over her observation. It was an odd one, now that he thinks of it]

I'm...not sure, actually. Around the Coven and Parliament it makes sense there'd be no bodies if the witches exploded but... [He bites his lip a little] That doesn't explain areas like this where there aren't many witches.