He nods and starts to explain.
"It was Anno Domini 1192. I had hopes of finding something that could help me fulfill my potential. I knew something was there, I always knew; I just needed to bring it out. And then I found the False God, and he did... but... he demanded too much. I didn't mind the pain, of course, but he found lines I would not cross, just to make me cross them. I refused. So he... buried me alive."
He finally looks at her, adoring. "And then, finally, you came for me."
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