Sorenti was quiet in the back of the car on the return from the Elysium. His thoughts were many and complicated, he had been lucky to catch the Prince with a few moments spare. Valek didn't seem to be the bad, evil guy everyone made him out to be, but something still bothered Sorenti. He was glad to have spoken so frankly and openly, something he rarely did, but he had felt it necessary. Valek's reaction had surprised him somewhat, expecting a rush of agreement with Sorenti's doubts not a contradiction. Still, he felt better having got some things off his chest and his thoughts turned back to Andaria.