[It's almost as if she can speak right into his soul again; he can feel her sorrow, a regret so huge that it can't just be about he and Mikleo. Sorey's reminded that there's been two hundred years of Chaos before he came along; nothing said that there weren't Shepherds during this time.

...but Sorey isn't her Shepherd anymore.]

...thank you, [he murmurs, finally pulling back far enough to scrub at his face.] Thank you for coming to save me. Without you there, things would have been much worse. I-I could've killed everyone. Or taken Zaveid.