I see. [What Lyle said wasn't quite as worrisome to him as how he said it. Or rather, how it lined up with what Lockon, himself, had said or failed to. He nodded.]
That's right. He's from roughly five years after I... left. [A frown, as he cursed himself. He pulled the communicator off his ear, intending to check the screen for wetness. There were a few dried spots, and he had no way of wiping it clean, so he just held it in his hands, thumbs running over the hard plastic, as he looked down at it; thinking.]