Namor listens to the explanation quietly, brows drawn in thought as he digests the information. It would sound-- fantastic, if he weren't from some place where unimaginable things happen all the time.

If he wasn't a product of the unimaginable.

But there's something on his face. Understanding, sympathy in some way. He won't give empty apologies though. That hardly erases the ache of losing a loved one, especially one murdered so cruelly. Nothing will ease that sort of pain.

"Continue your story. I am not hearing any Virginia yet."