As young as Relena was, or nearly. Zechs' jaw tensed a little, but he otherwise didn't react. It was for the sake of children like Trowa and his sister that he fought like he did. Even in the end, as warped as that had become. And he wasn't certain he was entirely wrong, even still.

"You have my condolences, then, that you're here - instead of home, enjoying the peace," Zechs told him, calm and serious. "I've started gathering intel about our situation, to work on returning us - is there anything you've discovered?"