Ghost drifted closer when addressed, tilting slightly to indicate he was listening. He'd been looking at the art himself, lost in whatever thoughts Ghosts had before Aoba spoke. When the question was asked, the construct's big blue eye squinted, flicking to the side to look at Saladin and Declan.

"Mm...technically we aren't supposed to tell Guardians these things. They're forbidden from seeking information on their pasts. For a lot of reasons, you understand," Ghost kept his voice low, not rising high enough to echo in the chamber.

"...But...no. Declan was old when your culture was young. He doesn't know precisely how old; I haven't told him, he never asked. There was so little left I just extrapolated what I could and made the rest with present-day alterations. I thought it might be better to give him a place among a younger race like the Awoken, but he never....really took to anything. Sometimes I wonder if I'm partly to blame for Declan never feeling like he has a place," Ghost mused, looking back at the Titan, who was no doubt recklessly agreeing to everything Saladin said, as he often did.

"It's a poetic thought though, isn't it? If he were from your time...perhaps you could meet back there? But no...he was dead long before you were born. I would tell you where I found him, that you might at least visit the place he was...but I'd fear that may interrupt my ever discovering him. then again, it simply depends on what you believe of fixed events and inevitability..." He considered for a moment, blue eye blinking widely.

"...Would you even want to know?"