Rhys flinched, looking back at Roman with unmistakable guilt.

Forget X-DAV. This was a berserker. Rhys was supposed to be the Ahura. He was a leader to a group that was fighting a futile war. This was part of the responsibility Nadir had told him about, and if Roman could help him, X-DAV or no...

Rhys strode across the distance between them, joining Roman at his side and half turning to give Ezra and apologetic look. He'd already made his decision, and was now waiting for Roman to explain the rest.