There was more than just contempt in that remark, Cal thought. Maybe he was reading too much into things, but he'd had a lot of practice at being paranoid. Occasionally it had even helped, even if it mostly just drove him crazy. Always looking for the next knife at least meant he was ready for it, even if there were years of no stabbings.

He turned to look at Seel, face blank as he crossed his arms and leaned against a tree. Let them come for him, he no longer cared. A past can't be forgotten just like that.

"Would you like to do this now, Seel? I've had a long 30 years to reflect on the mess that was my life. I'm sure there's a crack or two left if you'd like to dig in there."