He shrugs a bit. "I am getting over it." He says simply. He looks at her and nodded his head. "Three and two." He says. "Those are the ages that nana, my nanny when I was a kid, is taking care of. The three year old is the boy. The girl is two." He says. LOoking at her and blinks. "No." He says seriously. "You may not call me prince even if you hate my guts." He says with dead seriousness. "I do not like it. I get mad at nana for still saying it." He looks away. "I don't deserve the title. I was supposed to protect my family. Yet I wasn't able to do so." He sighs a bit. Looking at her and rolls his eyes. "And?" He says. "I don't need luck. If you want to stay here....by yourself...say so now." He says. Stopping walking and looks at her. "I don't care how annoying you are. I am rescueing survivors. Bringing them back to China. That is my goal." He started walking again. "I do. I have to keep searching Ireland. Search it from top to bottom." He says with a nods of his head. "There might be others." He says. Smiling at her. "Never give up hope." He says to her. "I keep hoping to find others and I am." He points out.