He went his own way, sought his own answers? That's more cryptic bullshit, but it sounds like he might not have been too attached to the Protector if he went on his own. But the conversation shifts, and he can't ask more. Not yet.

"Why did they make you?" His brow furrows, and he looks sad at Xaljim's grumpiness. "They're both so powerful, what did they need a bunch of magic animals to do?" They clearly didn't need them to make weapons, because the Wizard has her hammer.