Unhappy could mean a lot of things. Her reticence to explain further only made things more difficult from there with the half-information he had been given. Without knowing what happened to the souls that she used to sustain herself, it was easy to assume the worst. That didn't mean she wasn't telling the truth: there could easily be more to it that simply wouldn't translate well and make it sound terrible before it sounded better. Maybe it really was just something she couldn't talk about.

Either way.

"The sort of complicated you can explain? Or the kind you don't want to?" he asked. They weren't necessarily different answers, but the way in which she replied might tell him more.