He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 'Those aren't friends'. Then what are they? Caspian's definitely not a friend, but the others? ... He's not sure. He opens his eyes and puts a hand on hers, giving it a very careful squeeze.

Better to focus on her issues than his own.

"Life... is hard. It's scary. But I'm used to bad things happening - I grew up with death as a constant companion and didn't know why until later. You... you're not like me. You shouldn't have had a life like that."

And yet he knows it happens anyway, whether he wants that to be true or not.