Ayatan took a moment to sit back in the dirt, listening and absorbing what he had to say. They'd both worked hard and trained, even if their purposes weren't quite alike, and could do all of this together.

"I only remember the old war." Which, in a way, could be considered a war between demigods, since the Tenno and Sentients couldn't be handled expect by the two opposing factions and the Dax. "We went to sleep for a... thousand years? Maybe? After the fall of the empire."

Which was totally not their fault or anything. And she didn't endeavor to be one of the Tenno to slit an emperors throat.

Her thoughts trailed back to what Varré was saying though. A loving lord, something she hasn't ever had or known. However honored they had been after the war, it was never love.

"He must really be great, huh?"