He let her hand go, finding it almost obscene for him to admit that he'd lost himself to grief, heartbreak, pain and depression. He was known to make others pay for that. "I must admit, my gracious Athena, I have nothing to tell." His eyes looked old and worn, tired, sorrowful for what he'd lost inside, and what he felt he would not find again. Such a dishonorable way to go in this modern world.