No surprise there. Why would anyone want to tell the future Emperor the shoes he was stepping into? Lies Duv himself tried to avoid when he taught his own classes from his own experiences with his father's propaganda. His entire undergraduate career had been spent dissecting every lie told to him. Thankfully not ones told about the blood running through his own veins and he can only imagine the impact it had on Gregor.

He gives over his hands and intertwines their fingers to keep his hold on Gregor's solid. Not once does his gaze falter, instead remaining attentive. He doesn't want to make assumptions, but he has a fairly good idea what the man means by 'bad time.' He decides to keep his verbal input simple, he has a feeling Gregor has a direction he wants this conversation to go.

"I'm sorry no one told you," he murmurs. There's no 'proper' way to tell anyone that, but there are better ones. Outright lying to someone as introspective as Gregor never led anywhere good.