[ Nihlus automatically flicks out his TAB at the cheery little 'PING' of notification. He looks at the message, then looks up at Saren before offering him a blase shrug.

Don't look at him, guy. You killed him before he became her mentor and took any sort of authority Nihlus might have had along with it. ]

She probably won't shoot you.

[ Probably.

He sobers a little after that though, eying Saren critically for a few wordless seconds. ]

... Saren. We have a lot to talk about- so much to talk about.

[ A falter here. Another stop to sort out what to say. ]

But the information you'll gain isn't something I want in the hands of a potential Indoctrinated. If at all possible, I'd like to do an assessment on your cybernetics.

[ So there. A check-up in return for information. Not an ultimatum Nihlus wanted to push on a man who'd just been pulled through the Ingress. Not an ultimatum he ever wanted to put on Saren, and especially not with the reaction he'd just had to the news of what the Reapers had done.

But Nihlus is not risking it. Especially not with how cagey the old bastard was being about what he remembered before his arrival.

How did you die, Arterius? he wonders quietly, mandibles tight against his jaw. Which death did you choose? ]