Tobias considers that in silence, considers everything that happened between the night Ax came from, and the end of the war. Eventually, he turns his gaze to his uncle once more. <Longer than we would've liked, but not too late.> Not too late for all of them, anyway. Just one. <I can't think of anything useful to tell you, none of our moves seemed to come from nowhere, especially after that point,> the beginning of the end of the war.