Moonspear i read the news today, oh boy

his lips pursed at rannoch's question-- what did he make of all of this? he followed his friend's gaze, also feeling a little stiff. he wasn't really the diplomatic sort. he could be, probably, with proper training-- he was dante's son, after all. but really, terance was content with being told what to do-- and then doing it. unfortunately, he didn't have much say in whatever was going on... he wasn't even asked to help. he shrugged. "i kind of wish i'd been asked," he offered quietly, glancing to his friend, "i dunno if i think it was right or wrong but... i would've been helpful if they'd let me come along." or ya know, something like that. 

"it's just a lot," he then added with a soft sigh. too much death and manipulation and... just a lot.