[This is... alarming. It's different from the reaction he'd been expecting, though Glacius can't place exactly how. Carlisle isn't being particularly forthcoming either, seeming caught up in his painful reminisce over the encounter, which leaves the alien to scrounge in the dark and formulate a response based on mostly guesswork.] No, he wasn't. He was just a thing made by the gods, made to suffer and to cause suffering. I promise you that whatever it is head said to you--about you, or us--it was a lie. I care deeply about you and treasure our relationship... I could never think ill of you.