Seth looked a little put-upon, and sighed lightly. "If either of us ever figures out what to say," he mumbled under his breath. Because yes, figuring out what to say sounded a little important. It was hard to have a conversation about something when you had no idea what to say. It wasn't like Seth hadn't accepted this a long time ago anyway. He liked Daren, Daren probably didn't like him back, oh well? He was too old for this, anyway. It would've been best to leave it alone, but apparently certain other individuals were not quite content to leave it alone.
Especially now that Honour was around, and Seth and Honour certainly had a few issues. They'd have to work through them, no doubt, and he wasn't sure how well that was going to go. Especially considering that Honour had already decided she disliked Daren as it was, and maybe adding fuel to that fire wasn't a good idea. Ah, but who knew. She'd been young then, as had he. Maybe they'd both grown up a little.
Suyis had gone, and Seth just nodded for Atenra to follow him; maybe they'd have that talk over by the Shal-Hazar; it wasn't going anywhere anyway. Pollux followed, and settled down to one side. "Well, I should probably preface this with, it doesn't really change anything, just your perception of things." Because things had always been like this. Atenra just hadn't known that before.
"A long time ago, as you know, I was part of the Republic," he said. "I was young and stupid and kind of liked beer, so it wasn't rare for me to head out to Pyxis because the party was always in Pyxis. Without the Republic interference, the people out here get into some seriously terrible shit to be honest, I should be ashamed of myself, but you live and learn, so they say. I met a girl then, she was actually younger than you are now, in the HoloArena. We spent some time together, you know how these things go, one thing led to another... I had my fallout with the Republic and left the Dome and frankly wouldn't have ever thought of her again if she didn't come out to the Outlands, hunt my airship down, and hand me a bundle of couple-day-old Atenra." Ah, so things went he supposed.
"I had no intention of being a father back then, but Honour wasn't in a position to raise you either, and I don't know why she didn't stay, she just didn't. Maybe she was angry with me. Maybe she was angry with herself, I don't know. Maybe she doesn't even know. I never saw her again and I didn't figure you ever would, either. Arena gladiators tend to die, not... end up handlers. That one was probably Suyis' doing if I had to guess. Maybe he adopted her, he likes to do that. I guess that'd make him your granddad." That was awkward, when your granddad looked younger than your father...
"There wasn't any point in flipping your world upside down. You thought Livia was your mom, and really, she was, and being as you'd never really know Honour, there was no point in telling you otherwise, at least not until you were old enough to really understand, and by then I'd long forgotten I meant to tell you. And here we are, I guess. Now she's your handler." Apparently.