There were two things that Gaheris did that said a lot about what was on his mind. The first was, when Dylan took a step forwards, he took a step backwards. There was emotional space there, and the man that once walked shoulder to shoulder with him practically was keeping physical, cautious space. Something had gone very wrong in many ways that he couldn't quite count at the moment.

The other, though, is the arm that he had ever so slightly tensed near his force lance slackened and the boneblades tucked closer to his arms rather than being flared defensively. He did trust Dylan in saying that there was no way to help him. (In his opinion, there had been no way to help him in some time.) The lack of friendliness made him cautious but, for everything that he knew was supposed to happen, it wasn't a fight he wanted.

His stoic expression broke and rather than speak again, say what he wanted to (that if he could do that, things would be a lot simpler). It took quite a bit to finally muster something, and when he did the forever modulated tone didn't exactly match that look on his face that slightly betrayed him. "I need to return to my children." Not his plot, or the Commonwealth, but to his brood.