Ned really doesn't have it in him at the moment to wonder why the hell Meyer has been in situations like this before. His logic does have some effect at cutting through the haze of panic that is Ned's mind at the moment. He trusts that Meyer is right, that Charlie has the skills necessary to find him wherever he hid. Ned thinks that he could go to Erik and Charles, or else River, that they could protect him, but who even knows if that's true? What if this whole transformation has made them into something even more horrible than Charlie, if such a thing is possible?

"Okay," Ned says, nodding fervently, and it's clear from the tightness of words that he's only barely fending off tears. He's absolutely not going to cry, he tells himself. He doesn't really have any other options at this point, so he decides to put his hope in Meyer, that he knows what he's doing, that he's telling the truth, that he'll make it alright. "Okay. I trust you." And then, because he really doesn't trust him, Ned adds, "If do you get me out I'll let you feed on me. As much as you like, until you turn back, as long as it doesn't kill me. Just please don't let him hurt me."