Adym was really not sure how to respond to that.

She had asked him to figure out where she fit into all of this.

And he knew things. Things she didn't, that she should. But was it too much to tell her?

He then just sighed.

"All right." he said.

"I will." he told her.

"....Callie... you've been here before." he then said further.

"And I don't mean my home, specifically. I mean this world. Adaminia."

Adym was silent, before nodding.

"Indeed." he replied.

"This... this world is your home." he told her.

"But your father... he took you to the other world to try and hide you from the one hunting the cruxes." he continued.

"But you were found... and you were being taken here by him." he went on.

"I intervened to try and save you, but it seemed like he robbed you of your memories of this place in the process." he then added, guilt heavy in his tone.

"....I don't know." Adym admitted.

"I only know so much about the cruxes and what all of them are, or the legend surrounding them, or even anything about the man." he went on.

"I'm sorry." he apologised.

"But I promise I'll help you find answers." he then told her.

"I'll help you regain your memories." he vowed.

"And I'll keep you safe from Vyran."

Adym looked at her, and smirked as well.

"See, I know a LITTLE of the prophecy." he said.

"And apparently if enough forces come together, they can overcome the darkness." he told her.

"...or... something like that..." he muttered.

"Regardless, I think that if we manage to get enough cruxes together, we can defeat him." he went on.

"So hunting them out would be best. Find them before HE does."

"......I don't know." Adym responded.

"But it can't be anything good." he said.

"See... when a crux passes on, their power is immediately reborn into an infant." he explained. "It keeps the balance of this world." he continued.

"However, I have reason to believe that Vyran is killing the cruxes... but somehow keeping their power from being cycled." he went on.

"I believe he's trying to harness all the power together for... well, himself." he said further.

"I don't know to what end, specifically." he then admitted.

He nodded in response.

"100% agree." he said.

"He needs to be stopped, sooner, rather than later." he said further.

"...we may need to go to the Seer again." he went on.

"Try and get her advice and guidance." he continued.

"It's all I can think of right now."

"I can see that you're still not the best right now." Adym said.

"We can stay here a bit longer." he told her.

"The forest should be able to repair itself and heal... decently quickly." he continued.

"And maybe my home can prosper again." he muttered.

"...would this have happened if I left?" he then wondered aloud.

"Did I actually damn this place when I thought I was saving it...?"

"....." Adym was silent once more for a moment.

"Yes. You're right." he said.

"It's pointless to dwell on it." he agreed.

He then sighed, and looked out a nearby window, before looking back at Callie.

"...there's... one more thing I think you should know." he said.

"Your last name... Icesska... is a big one here in Adaminia." he informed her.

"It's... it's royalty."

Adym just chuckled in response.

"Yeah..." he muttered.

"What to expect? Not much, actually." he told her.

"Just... don't be SO surprised if people treat you with more respect than anyone else." he said.

He then paused for a moment, thinking about it.

"...of course, that'll just be for the people that know who you are." he muttered.

"Your father did a very good job of making sure you didn't have the 'spoiled' lifestyle." he admitted.

"Look, all I'm saying is that there may come a time when people treat you... well... as royalty. I'm just saying this so it doesn't come as a complete shock." he explained to her.

"We don't need it being public knowledge, spread all around, that your memories have been taken away."

Adym just sighed... before it turned into laughter.

Outright laughter.

"Yes, I suppose that WOULD be a harder pill to swallow." he declared, shaking his head slightly.

"Regardless, sorry for dumping that on you." he apologised.

"Anyway, you hungry or thirsty?" he asked.

"I can make something up for you." he offered.

"You feel like anything in specific?" he asked. "I'm sure I can find it, make it up, grow it, or at least the equivalent of what you're used to."