He seems anxious and sad, lost. So much of his attention focused on Ori now that it's almost tangible.
“Are you—are—but—no, look, if this is true, why didn't—” A sigh shakes out of him. He doesn't manage to finish that sentence. It's too hard, and there's something more important that Ori might actually be able to answer.
“Have you, uh. Have you ever met another person like me? Who looks like me?” Khatuloid. That's what they'd said.