He was most certainly talking about one G'raha Tia. Now here he was, standing across the room from the same man. At least, he was the same man deep down. How this all came to be, Theo didn't know and again he wouldn't ask. Instead he continued to drink his water, the ache in his own soul still ever present.

His ear twitched at the sound of the man's voice. Theo wondered if the Exarch really knew how fine tuned a Viera's hearing was. Said Viera's gaze grew a touch soft, as it usually did around the Scions anymore.

"Made more of an effort, perhaps," Theo admitted. "Stubborn as the thing was, doubtful I could have changed the outcome, but perhaps the burden could have been shared between two instead of it purely upon their shoulders."