[ Yelena sighs as her hopes of gleaning any useful information out of this interaction dwindle. He seems caught up on the division of Serthica, like a skipping record, unable to reason past his gripes. She has one last thing to try and then she's cutting her losses. ]

You haven't said one thing about the sickness, you know. Your people aren't just divided, they're dying. If you're serious about helping, I have a proposition. Abandon your plans and help us cure Serthica.