There's a clear sense of satisfaction that dances behind Solus's eyes as Steven acquiesces the information. It's not all that he could give, but in a way, he likes that. It allows him to puzzle it out, play with little pet theories about these strange mortal men and their damage.

Damage he, admittedly, thinks they ought not to have gone through, though Tyler more than Steven. That being the extent of his compassion towards either. With a sated smile, he holds up one finger of his gloved hand, the golden arrows upon his palm visible.

"I've but one more question--what manner of creature was responsible for your troubling fate? A capricious and intelligent being that I seemingly bear a striking resemblance to, apparently, but that does not tell me much at all."