Gloria
*Looking away, she sighed.* "It's... Complicated. My grandfather saw everyone he cared about die. He watched as the Atmorans hunted us down and *Butchered* Us. He led us to Darresal and saved us all from them. He's the reason I was able to be born and grow up in safety. I left, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate and admire everything he does to keep us safe. I can't betray him even more. I already did enough to put my people at risk by leaving. I can't lead more people there." *At the mention of getting out of hiding, she scoffed.* "You really think we'd be safe if we did? You don't think they'd just all hunt us down again?"
Kenneth
"We're not looking to endanger them, we're looking to help them. And it's not as if we're outsiders, we'd bring no harm to them but we must *Try* To do something. We have to at the very least *Talk* To them, try to reason. I hate to say it but if they continue on like that, isolated and trapped there—" He trailed off with almost a pained look. "They're going to devolve into what most of our race is now. Nothing but shells of what we once were." He muttered the last part quietly.
John
"He's a fool to believe they'd be able to last forever hiding inside their cave. They'll get found out eventually. And there's fewer dangers here then there were before the Night of Tears, the Atmorans are gone, the Nords are different, and it's been a long time since our fatal mistake was made. The only ones we need to worry about are the Thalmor, and everyone worries about them."