Gaheris would be appalled and ashamed if he knew. Nothing was more cruel than the look of disappointment on a great⁷-grandfather's face. But there would also be pride that the rarest of circumstances had occurred- that somehow his genes had found themselves revived.

And it wasn't as if he weren't disappointing himself. He was, after all, setting himself up for death.

Though right then all he could do was be surprised. That slightly startled look on his face? It didn't leave it. It was a fixed expression and that normal blather he could produce ad infinitum just couldn't be mustered up. Not even a greeting. Telemachus had managed to render Gaheris speechless.

At least he finally blinked, as if that would clear his vision.