[Gregor's withdrawing into his own head, as he's wont to do, and it startles him briefly to feel that gentle presence edging its way into his consciousness. His hand twitches on the table, but he remains with his eyes downcast, a privilege he's allowed in front of Miles that he isn't with his ministers or his Counts or in public.]

... I suppose I was afraid I wouldn't know how to stop, then. [He glances up.] Foolish, isn't it?

People are being pushed out of their homes and I'm worried about having to be responsible for something again.