[Cesare squints and brings the phone closer to his face. He didn't even make out the last half of what she said, it was too quiet.]

People do not choose when they go, no more than we chose to be brought here. It was no malice on their part that brought them away from this place, I assure you.

[Why he is trying to reassuring a talking pony he doesn't know but. There's something sweet about her. He's reminded for a moment of the little lamb his sister posed with for her portrait.

Cesare smiles.]

It is relatively safe here though. Your friends may not be here but I doubt anyone would harm you. We make do.