"Felih?" It's P'rihnn's voice calling him, and though they scarcely know each other still he reaches to rest a hand on Felih's shoulder. "Felih, it's - well, it's not okay, but... hey. Don't cry here." He can't be showing such vulnerability to someone who might yet prove to be an enemy.

The Exarch's lingering gaze drops, and he turns his head away as if he doesn't want to see it.

"...I..."

What is that strange tone to his voice? It's so hard to make out any of his meaning in that weak, raspy voice he has, but that tone mixed with his hesitation means something, P'rihnn is sure.

"I speak of events long ago," he continues. "The details, I simply do not know."