Ushahin notes the signs of anger with nothing short of amusement on his own face, an easy sort of smirk that highlights the shattered bits of his bones. It's far too easy with this one, goading and prodding him exactly where Ushahin wants him to be. He wonders what Pell must see in the hara. Opposites attract, he supposes.

"I am done. Go find your paramour, Cal." Then, in his mind, voice ancient and powerful, he adds on: We shall meet again. It was an inevitability when Ushahin was interested in someone.