He presses his lips into a thin line while considering her points. Yes, he can see her side of things. Imagine if he told anyone about The Village and how he'd been trapped there? He would hate to hear them decry it knowing nothing would be changed. Or worse, imagine someone telling him the sacrifices he'd endured meant nothing? They shouldn't have happened, no, but they did all the same. She does have a point.

"You're right." His hand tightens on her shoulder sympathetically. "I am sorry. I shouldn't demean what you've been through. None of us pick our fates, but you've been brave, and noble. I wouldn't wish to tarnish that."

He draws in a deep breath through his nose, letting it out and willing the rage to subside with it. "We are neighbors now, and crewmates. I would rather you feel you can speak your story. And I will try to remember how my reaction affects you." He's not going to promise not to be inwardly outraged, but he will spare her hearing of it.