"People who got near Sin and survived, their heads got all funny-like. From toxin," he explains. "So a guy like me, knowing nothing and saying I'm from some place that got destroyed a thousand years ago?" his tone dips into a resigned, tired thing, "It was the excuse over and over for me."

He breathes, a silent exhale through his nose. "There wasn't any helping it... and everyone did help me out after a while," he admits on a lighter note. A smile even rising in the ends of his lips. "One even started explaining everything without me saying anything."