He would, maybe. He would have to, wouldn't he? After what had passed...what would pass, for him. Between the both of them. And even with his recollection bound and blurred from the things humans rarely know, Martin was certain there was more than decay waiting for them. That son, too.

But the shift in Bariyan's demeanor kept him silent; he'd be unhappy if he had to talk about it, wouldn't he? Even with that look on his face. There was already too much unhappiness...Martin didn't want to be the cause of more if he could help it. That wasn't why, he felt, he was there.

So he kept silent, following along, trying to tilt and weave himself in a way as to make the least amount of noise. That body of his wasn't trained enough for it like the old one was.