Bariyan ran both hands through his hair, still looking, brows drawn together, his frown taking on a decidedly uncomfortable twist. Easy enough to figure out what had happened, now. If Koltira could be trusted. Could he? He'd hurt another child in the VR, in his memory, in some reality, years past.

Bariyan reserved judgment.

"He does," Bariyan said. "And likely had one to just your presence, too. I see." Exhale, pained. As if he had something more to say -- but no. That was all.