That we're all stupid, foolish humans who couldn't determine our head from that of a horse's ass?

[Sorry, remembering Emmeryn just made her even worse. Still, she tries to smile weakly at Bruce -- she can tell he's not in a good spot either and her inner leader is telling her to try and offer at least some comfort.]

I almost wish Chrom had come here instead of me. I'd hate for him to have to suffer such a thing, but at least he would have been of some help here...