There's a few pieces of that Chris takes a moment to work through. The horror of having everything you knew stripped from you all at once, of having people not listen to you even though you're trying to save them, of knowing you're being hunted even if you're safe in your stone walls. The mention of being feared over respected also files itself away in his mind, even if it's not as relatable to him as the rest...and hopefully never would be, if he could help it.

"I'm sorry you and yours suffered that. It's not a thing easily endured by anyone, but I imagine having such a long life where things likely change slow, makes major upset worse than usual." He glances to Grayson as they take another turn, this arm of the block shorter than the other. "I also imagine that, while fourteen years is only a drop less than half my lifespan, it's nothing to you. That wound is likely fresh enough still. Is there no hope of broaching some peace with those who'd see your clan dead?" It didn't sound like it, but it was worth asking.

His group had set out with the intention of violent retribution and ended with resources for peace and new alliances...things didn't always turn out how they made most sense at the time.