Glorfindel visibly dims for a moment before leveling off again. "Quite a few, indeed. They will be missed, every one. This was a most brutal platform." He gives Trunks a serious look. "We always lose a few, but usually they are newer people who perhaps just didn't gel properly or where here for a specific purpose and, having accomplished that, they leave. But in such a tight place we become such close friends and such an integral part of each others lives so quickly that this...hurts. But, we must carry on, right? Perhaps we will see them again someday. In the meantime there are those who stayed who need us, and new people to meet." He offered Trunks a pastry.