[The affirmation of belief serves as balm to the aching sting of sorrow. Themis has ever expressed confidence in him, more so than Erichthonios had in himself. That he would agree only solidifies Erichthonios' conviction. They will meet again.

But, for now, he can but offer a sheepish smile at the reminder of the reason given for their being here. He'd read his parchment some point after sifting out all the grain from the crevices of his clothing.]

'Tis... unsettling, I admit. Or, it was.

[Because he is wtih his friends now, and their presence gives him strength.]

But I can think of no other people I should rather face this prison with. After all, did we not unravel the mysteries of one already?