[He tucks this knowledge away, safely stored in memory like a secret. A piece of the man named Lighter. That next question, however —]

Oh, well... I don't know that it's worth getting into. It certainly wouldn't be as compelling as the Sons of Calydon.

[How the turn tables. Strange that he can discuss such a tender thing as his sister, but when it comes to his own notoriety, the failure of those steps that have carried him here with a shadow at his back... Shame aches, shockingly breathless.]

It was a position of power, I suppose, but it wouldn't mean much to you without explaining... other things. You would probably regret asking. The important part is that I — left.