"Well, we're not really separated." Mat tilts his head thoughtfully, looking around.

"And it doesn't look as though any of us really give a damn about the squabbles between countries. My only opinion is maybe everyone ought stop poking the unknowable and terribly powerful magic thing."

Which goes for Thorne, as well. He has no real loyalty to the faction that houses him. He's grateful he's treated so very well, and he enjoys the comforts, but he's under no false delusions. They are his captors and he is some sort of prized pet to them.

But he can't go anywhere else. He has to stay where he can learn to control his magic.