D E A T H
Arcturus realized all at once that he'd managed to blow everything out of proportion. Which wasn't exactly fair of him, because he'd initiated this whole back and forth just as much as she had, and not it seemed like he was changing the rules of the game. He shook his head, heaved a heavy sigh, and slumped down alongside her to the ground.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, that hardened expression softening in an instance. "That wasn't fair of me. You uh... You mentioned someone; I think he's the one who ordered the sacking of my homeworld." He could only think as much, because he couldn't actually remember enough about the incident to be certain. His memory had been tampered with after the fact, experimented on at the hands of some wayward scientist, but hearing the name had been enough to trigger something within him all the same.
He turned his head to look at her. She'd braved the Nether to bring someone back? Having done that first hand, and with an entire group of people, he couldn't even imagine how difficult that had been for her. Heck, he'd done it twice and the second time had been just as harrowing if not more so.
"Did you manage it?" he asked, glancing away from her to stare out over the oceanic world around them, "Did you get her out?"