Most of the crowd seems to be awed into silence, by his display, and it's a few minutes before anyone finally does approach him; Hiana, his daughter with Ama, steps forward first. She's grown into a stunningly beautiful woman, the spitting image of her mother. "Three hundred years, and we never got the chance to really know you. All we had were legends, stories, and a handful of recordings. I know you didn't really have a choice, and maybe you're not even the one I should be angry with, but why did you have to leave, dad? Why did you leave us all alone, without you?" Her voice cracks and breaks, and she swings, a wild punch more out of frustration and pent up anger than any real intent to hurt, striking him, then collapsing forward, to cry against his shoulder, bringing her fist down on his armor a few more times, as she sobs.