[1945. Christ. So the war continues for -- nearly twenty years? Is that how long he dawdled, hoping for another resolution? Or did Gellert lie in wait for years, hiding where he couldn't be found? He can't say, and he doubts Luna knows, but it roils him all the same.

Still, he nods at the response, looking haunted and sad and resigned all at once.]

Thank you, Luna. You've been an enormous help to me.