[ D'Artagnan's just quiet for a moment, taking that in. Then his shoulder lifts in a shrug. The truth is, he'd rather know his friends were in a safer place than him, whether it's true or not.

It would be easier to believe it, he thinks. ]

I trust them. Porthos and Aramis, they're good men. Good Musketeers.

If they're alive, I'll see them again. We'll find each other, that's what we do.

[ He has faith in them, even if he often struggles to believe in the CDC. ]