[It's a lie he easily accepts. It sounds true enough, if not at all enlightening on a personal level. But again, swords are a common choice.]

Why not? I didn't know, at first. I made myself forget, until the Lord Seeker proved I wasn't real.

He was locked away and forgotten by the Templars. [His tone shifts to one of distress, as if acting out the emotions of the words despite his posture remaining calm.] Afraid, alone, guts aching, cold stone stings my skin as I c-cry out, nothing calls back but dark and dread.

[And then he's fine... mostly. It's harder to push aside his own feelings attached to this when the silence makes everything in his own head seem louder.]

I heard him. I came through to help, but... I couldn't. I held his hand as he starved to death.