In response to his question, there is only silence. No words, no cryptic symbols - but perhaps an answer in the non-answer, as much as anything. The pyramid continued to hover, ominously, though a soft, mournful keening seemed to emit from it - a note of sorrow, bot an apology, but one of, weirdly enough, kinship, for lost youth and innocence, that seems to strike into the heart of all present; those around him begin to weep, softly, though he would remain unaffected unless he chose to be.