Ellie listens quietly to the whole story. Ghislain. She's heard a little, enough to know that Matthias, despite his grim recollection, is only recalling a fraction of how badly fucked they were.

Matthias had clearly lost friends, people he respected, people who had watched out for him most of his life.

It's hard. Knowing where to go from there.

"I'm glad you're with us," she says quietly.