[ Varian's expressions shifts this way and that. It's hurt, it's anger, it's some mockery of happiness, it's disappointment, all passing in just seconds before settling on something more neutral as he tests out various possible scenarios in his mind. ]

... Well, it's just one more disappointment now.

[ He shrugs his shoulders, lifting both hands up in a helpless what can you do sort of gesture before letting them drop back down. There's a smile, but it's as miserable as one could be, and it only lasts so long. ]

But if I had been right, [ He swallows thickly, ] If I had been right, I could have saved him, and, well - actually, he'd probably have killed me. [ A little laugh, something childish and just a touch anxious before he shakes his head, ] But once he realized what I'd done, I'm sure that he would have been proud of me.

[ Disappointment at what he'd done, followed by pride upon really seeing it - as a person, and then as a father, and as a father who realized that his son was left with no other choice. After all, his father was a good man. He was a good man and Varian was the bad guy. But there could still be pride. There could still be relief. He could still be safe. He would be there, waiting.

Varian could see him again, because he would be waiting. ]