While taking a bite of his food, pictures filled Illya's head of stealing food to feed himself and others. Next the memory of returning to his grandmother's dacha with his sister, Jo, to find it burning and his mother, younger brother and sister, and beloved grandmother dead only to further believe he had lost Jo later that day. It had been a lot but he survived.
Robert's defiance when asked to come with them had shown Illya that this child was a survivor.
"We need to leave before it gets too late," Napoleon said shaking Illya out of his memories.
"Da."