"... It is not your fault. To be able to go so far, for all that held you back... you looked upon an ancient world, and came away still with knowledge of yourself, if not the secrets it promised. That still... is something to be proud of."

Even if it was not what he had hoped for. And even if this journey would not spare him from being turned on by his so-called allies in the moment. No, those thoughts were too bitter, not worth the here and now, where he was alive. When the man standing before her had tried so hard to carve his own identity out of his life. They hardly knew one another at all, and yet, did that truly mean they were strangers?

"Thank you for sharing that with me."