Oren let out a sigh. Drawing on some ether and waving a hand, the shards of metal embedded in the wall popped out and joined the rest. He walked over to one of the beds and sat down, facing Ziotea, his hands resting in his lap. She had posed some good questions. He might as well offer his thoughts.

"One thing at a time, I suppose... the report; I would think it's rather simple. When we return, we delay making any reports for as long as possible, and we search. We have a few things to go off of, and they're simple enough. Her tea leaves - you saw Father Antonin's emblem. Start there. He and Mother Lyessa have both lived long lives - it is possible that he has records of her, some connection between them. I'll see if I can locate anything of Mother Indira's that notes her vision. You and your partner can take a look in the archives, as well."

He looked down at his hand again, and slowly, tugged off his gauntlet.

"As for Rose... she is young, but I don't believe she'd be foolish enough to pursue the Shield. She was present for Mother Lyessa's tale, just as we were. She is wise enough to realise that this Remnant only means to destroy." He paused, then added, "It probably doesn't help that we are part of the Seminary and intruders in her home."

Oren stopped, still staring at his hand. "In your vision... you say you saw a fire. In mine... I was at Sydon-Mar... and I saw a great many people, all of them... I suppose the word would be 'loving'. They looked at me with love in their eyes. As it is... I cannot say whether I felt anything in return for them." His own eyes flicked upwards, towards Ziotea. "I am Omestrian. There is no changing that, as sure as blood flows through my veins. As sure as Omestrian blood is in yours." 

He cocked his head. 

"I know you have cast off the idea that you have anything to do with Omestris. Your destruction of the statue earlier said as much, but know this, Mother Ziotea Elpis Phaidros. I have many things about myself that I cannot stand - nay, I detest them. They weaken me, cripple me, and I cannot rid myself of them. Believe me, I wish I could, and as much as I hate them, they are part of me. And it is the same for you. Call it a curse, a heritage you never asked for, or any other name. That does not change the truth - that it is a part of you. You can do what you will, of course, but it wasn't just Aspect One-Nineteen that brought us here. If any shred of truth is to be found in what we have been told today, then Aspect One-Seventeen had its own hand in it as well."

His piece spoken, Oren kicked his legs off the ground and turned his back to Ziotea, making it very clear he wasn't interested in how she would respond.