[Looking at the journal, he lets a out a sigh very. very. slowly. Patience and a soft hand he feels are required.]

One hundred and seventy two at my last count in fact, not anywhere near what you think of in terms of numbers, but that is by the by. And do you know, you're absolutely right. I don't know you. This really is none of my business and I'm sorry to intrude on you. I do, however, know and can hear in someone's voice their frustration and unhappiness. I'm sorry, but, I cannot ignore that. Anyone with an ounce of concern of compassion would not ignore it either.

People in close quarters look after each other. Because of the 'soul stealing castle' I think even more so.