Astrid may not know the extent of Donald's attachment to his son, but she can at least understand that there really wasn't anyplace to run to. The rest of the world had been pretty much the same, after all.
"You're right," she answers softly. "There wasn't really anyplace to go, was there?"
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"You're right," she answers softly. "There wasn't really anyplace to go, was there?"