"Do you recall the events of a thousand years ago, as clearly as you would if you were there?" the Exarch counters, and despite the clear logic to it - was Felih assuming the Exarch had somehow lived all those thousand years? - still P'rihnn finds himself glaring at the man with bared teeth, his measured and careful answers infuriating, and his grip on Felih's shoulders tighten. "I cannot learn from records that do not exist."

"So basically, don't blame you," P'rihnn spits, his grip on Felih's shoulder tightening. "Aren't you helpful?"

Gods, he wishes he could read the man's expression. All he can see is the way his crystal lips form into another smile.

"...oh, I can possibly be helpful. 'G'rana Tia' still slumbers in your time, does he not? I can help you wake him... I have, after all, brought you here with the intention of defying fate."