He sighs. Would that Elidibus had looked at those crystals - or at least his own - earlier. He still recalls the last words they directly spoke to each other.

Turning his face up to the dreary sky, he lets memories of a more peaceful time drift by. What sort of Emissary would Elidibus have become had he not given himself to their god? All that earnest, youthful vibrancy eventually tempered with the maturity which came with age. Lahabrea and Igeyorhm oft tried so hard to coax the young man out of his studies but they all of them had tried to serve their people as best they could in their own ways.

"So, I alone must mourn them... Nothing has changed, and nothing ever will now," he mutters to himself. He's suddenly tired again. But this is a different sort of exhaustion - the kind where he wishes he could lie down and sleep forever. There is anger as well, that he has been left alive for some unknown, unfathomable purpose.

Lowering his gaze, he glares at the Exarch. Or should he simply call them G'raha Tia now? "Unfortunately I don't feel particularly like forgiving you for your part in all this. So ere I give into the temptation to kill you here and now, I think I shall take my leave."