"I would think that those who cannot be saved merit far more worry."
It definitely bothered Cyrus to hear her speak like that, at least a tiny bit. Not because he disagreed with her, but rather the exact opposite. He was under no illusions that she would live forever, or that he could somehow save her from her fate. But it was simply in his nature to care for others, and such a bleak outlook on one's own life brought him a faint amount of grief.
"There was, yes. I wished to give you a small update of sorts on how things have progressed. I am currently vetting potential liasons to the Gotei to negotiate with them on a joint operation in America. I imagine it would do well not to make enemies of them any more than necessary. They do, at least, have some place in the world."
Another sip of his tea, the faint pain of its heat honestly one of the few things that still made him a little bit happy. Small pain like that was very grounding.
"To my knowledge, the war in Europe has been bubbling beneath the surface once more. I think it would merit keeping an eye on that, lest it get out of hand and become an even greater trouble than it already is."