Jareth himself was not much of a positive person and could not give Rororon any words of comfort. He could only hear his pain and help him vent his frustration.
"That non-existent treasure really became a bane for your race… sigh…"
If the fairies had resisted, if the humans had worked with more patience, if there was someone strong enough to stop this, etc.—all these thoughts rang through Jareth's mind, but eventually, he could only sigh in helplessness.
There's no changing the past now; something that has already happened can't be changed anymore. All they can do is 'hope' for a better tomorrow, which might not even come.
As if noticing Jareth's conflicted emotions, Rororon sighed and spoke.
*I am actually quite happy that I got to share this with someone… in fact, I kept resisting miasma until now because I didn't want to die without anyone knowing about the truth of the fairy race's destruction…*
