Artemy frowns, not out of discouragement from his words, but out of understanding. As much as misery loves company, as much as he appreciates the words, it also deeply troubles him that anyone could understand what he's going through. Even though, he knows, logically, that after the World War he shares the same affliction with so many other men.

"Thank you." He finally manages, "I would never ask for something that you are unable to offer, your comradery is more than enough."