Oh that's just great. That's just great-- he had to think back thousands of years ago, to another lifetime, when his memories of this place weren't even that clear. There's a beat of silence as he considers what he can remember of the Guild Hall, the missions, the offices--

Their desks.

"There's a picture on your desk. An old black and white one. You were just a baby, I think? Small, anyway. And you were surrounded by soldiers, and your father."