[ Hunk sighs. He can pick up on her exasperation, and he feels bad. But better to know it all now than to get a steady stream of stress. Maybe easier to cope that way. ]

Trust me, if we knew who or what caused this, we'd have given them a piece of our mind already. [ They can throw fireballs and stuff, after all. Plus a bunch of them are just really nice people, they could probably talk it out. ] We don't know why we were taken or how we'd get back, or how our homes will be when [ He emphasizes the word, forcing himself to say it, to stay optimistic. ] we get back.

[ And then Hunk gives her a tiny little smile. The most he can muster. It's forced. He's had more than enough time to agonize over all this. ] Maybe it'll be like we were never even gone.