It is surreal.
He is aware of his friends staring, the gaze of their captors ever watchful.
They don't matter.
He's here.
Blue eyes meet his own brown.
It's strikes him how strange it is to peer into features that had always been so dark, now fairer than his own.
A role reversal.
He wonders if there's something symbolic in that.
A familiar mind caresses his, oh so gently, calming him, stroking him.
Abruptly calm turns to fiery rage.
You have no right!
I thought you were...
And all this time you...?
Four words silence him.
I'm so sorry, Theta.