He's told the story a fair number of times, now. But all of those had been when he was too scared and confused to have any identity beyond that one memory. Like a newborn, too empty to know anything.

Now he's built walls. He's been trying to hide away, to disappear, but he is just so persistently there.

"No. I...No, no, there need never be a recording of it," he says, moving away from the hearth, staring ahead of himself. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm...I'm something different, now."