... when I first met you, you were always quiet. You never really said much, but when you did talk, you always told the truth ... even if it hurt. You helped me more than anyone else could back then.

But you were so sad, too. [ hesitates a little, smiling sadly and looking down at her feet. that was her fault. ] ... it's strange, seeing you with that sword, but ... being so different, somehow. When I met you, you wore our cloak and you always had a blindfold on. You'd never take it off, not for anything. You were taller and your hair was longer. [ she looks up at him again, thoughtfully. ] ... I guess a lot of time must pass between when you find that sword and when I meet you.