He can't help but think that, if the old legends were true and there was one mad coyote stirring up the makings of the universe for laughs, then this is probably its handiwork. Not two days ago, Lark had been reaching a rocky agreement with Steve Rogers about accountability and impulsive, brutal decisions, and the lack of guilt over the violence. Steve can't make him regret killing T'Pol and Lark, apparently, can't make her understand how horrifying it is to have a warden out there who sees nothing wrong with abusing an inmate if she's angry enough. It's not that he doesn't understand; he does. He really does.

So. Fine. He'll just have to keep an eye on it. For right now, he believes her, and he's learned to latch onto whatever positive opportunity he can find.

"I think you could help a lot of people here, Rey. I know you've done a lot of good for someone I happen to care about." A flicker of a smile. "And he's told me a lot about himself, and his own thoughts. And I could ask him, like you say; but I'd rather hear it from you."