[Lockon slowly pulled his hand away from her, his concern giving way to fear as his mind registered her meaning. It was unmistakable, and the sadness she was showing him was killing him. For a moment his mouth hung open lightly, his jaw lightly twitching as if he was stammering - but he was silent.]
[It was his turn to look back up and away, now. His voice quiet.] How long have you known?