At the slip, Erichthonios lifts his head, a glint of curiosity flickering across his eyes. Ever were the mentor figures of his life keeping secrets from him, and here, too, he senses that there is something that has gone unsaid.

But, as his next words shift towards strength of character... Erichthonios cannot help but think of his fallen colleagues.

"...Aye. 'Tis a dangerous task, and there are none who ward the warders."

Hesperos. Agdistis. Would that they had survived. Alas...

"...Though, I think they would be happy to know they are in your thoughts."

Devoted to Lahabrea though they were.

'Tis a lonely, dreary place, cut off from so much. Yes, he thinks they would be happy...