"My story..." He laughs a little too harshly. "Why is it something that should be shadowing me now? Why now, of all times? It was two years ago. My story can be found in a book. Ask Bar for it."

Which is why he's never actually told it to anyone but his brother. Never since the anniversary of his father's death almost two years ago (though it had been only months for him, then...) had he spoken of what had happened.

"I," he says to Stephanie, "am a fool, and plagued by occasional bouts of foolish melancholy. I have no excuse for it but foolishness."