[Yuuri falters, wondering why he'd suddenly sympathize with someone who, as far as he knows, is cooperating with their captors. He chews on his lower lip, shifting his weight restlessly from one foot to the other, trying to think of how to respond to her not-quite-reassuring words.]

... I don't like this. We have a right to know why we're here, why we were taken from our lives, and why someone wants us to kill each other!