Tuo gratefully accepts the mug and simply warms his thin fingers around it for a time, glad to let the heat chase the cold from his skin. A chatty person by nature, he seems curiously introspective for a moment while Detlef speaks, his pale gaze going distant for a moment as he contemplates what he's heard.

"I imagine many of them don't have a choice," he points out quietly, turning his mug in his hands once. "Being conscripted for the war--I imagine those boys left behind lives they may never return to. A tragedy." He sounds sincere.