He looks to her, his indecision writ in his expression. It's hard to separate his feelings about the creature or who it might have been from the fear and hatred of what it's done to him. Something so powerful being opposed to the Regent should be a source of hope, but in reality...

"...Dextera told me of his concern that the Pleroma would corrupt us surely as the Kenoma would. Seeing this result... I'd be more inclined to see his point. If it was once an Aion, what has become of it now? Is this what lies ahead for those of us that survive long enough to see it?"

Or possibly even faster in his case, if he ends up being used like a puppet.

"I told Dextera I was willing to pay the cost, if it meant victory. Yet... I find myself faltering..."