"I've been wondering that too," he admits, though he says it cautiously, like he's not supposed to. It's another one of those things that just doesn't matter here and he knows it, but talking openly about the Void Century and the lost history of the world just isn't done back home, except as passing mentions that it happened and is best left forgotten.

He even glances around the room to make sure nobody is listening in. Old habits. But to his credit, he's lost enough of his old paranoia where he doesn't bubble off the conversation at the table so that nobody could even accidentally hear them talk. Thinks about it, though.

"There are old stories told by... some people, that we came from the moon. Or the stars, depending on whose version you listen to. And I'd always just passed it off as meaningless creation myths, since every tribe, every race has their own. Because, you know, obviously people couldn't come from stars. Except now I know about space travel, and how some of the things in my world are shared with yours and others here. Fragments of languages and religions. But any actual records have been gone a long time, because they were gathered up and burned a long time ago."