"I've stood in rooms like this before." That much, he was sure of. It felt... familiar, though this surrounding was older than what his most vague memories wanted him to think. He narrowed his eyes in thought as he looked around, his mind telling him he belonged slightly behind and to the right of that central chair, armed and prepared to protect whomever sat there.

He let the thought pass. There were so few memories he truly wanted to examine, and that was one of them. As yet, letting them go was still easy.

"If you show me your library, I'll stay out of it."