[Prince turns to meet him, without delay and unfazed by the mask. He has guided young hosts for too many years, too used to too broad a spectrum of life in it's many forms, where once people as similar to his own as humans had seemed untrustworthy and strange.

Instead he takes far more note of the quiet of his mind. It was no simple task, and it wasn't comforting or kind, but simple comfort was far less valuable to him than personal responsibility and control. Virtues he stressed. Frequently.]

My place is here. The station must be manned.

[Without it, the singular linchpin that kept this branch of the Nest safe, they would all be lost. It was his responsibility, as much as the education of the young Hosts. And his personal desires mattered little in the face of that.]

It is for you and the others to complete this mission. I believe it is within your abilities, if you apply yourselves.