In a single, brief moment of vision, Noishe realized there was another reason that Marta did not want to stay. He wouldn't ask now, but he knew he'd have to later. Or else bug Tenebrae about it. Now that area Raine had wanted to go was going to become a battlefield? Fun stuff, that. How the arshis hated fighting... He was startled back into his senses by his brother's comment.

"I'm glad I did, too, and...well, you never know. Maybe someone else escaped, too? Surely we're not the last arshis. Though, you are right. Even if there are no survivors...we still need to remember everyone else." Noishe sighed. He glanced briefly at Tenebrae again, curious as to his companion's demeanor, but...he'd ask later. He would be more polite than the stupid other furball.