That's one hell of a question. It gives him pause, and he frowns gently, thoughtfully.

"I suppose... it'd be the same as being dropped somewhere barren," He answers, a bit grim. "Try as you might to find sustenance, you'd eventually wither away. Not unless you could remove the very core of what tethers them to the Fear that's claimed them. As for if they're here, and can exert their influence on these people, I... don't know."

His last words come with a bit of reluctance. Even so early into his being an Avatar, not knowing doesn't sit well with him at all.