Wayne, nonverbal as he normally would be, sort of wishes that talking about this didn't take as much time and energy as it does. He just wants to exist and be able to quietly sit and not have to relay all the details to put context to everything. It was easier at home where everyone knew about as much as everyone else...

He grimaces at the account, contemplating his food rather than looking back at her. He's too used to not having to make eye contact. "The Poolmen were doing that with our larvae. Stealing them and converting them into things that would fight us on sight. I'm sorry," he says earnestly, finally looking back at her again. "Same suffering."