He grimaces. He wasn't ready to fully trust John yet. This was a trust born out of necessity, because there wasn't much he could do about it.

Even if another Conan (and how strange that was to contemplate), even if another Conan had trusted him, this Conan still needed time to become accustomed to the situation.

But there wasn't much point in keeping this secret, if he already knew the rest of it.

"Actually, that was my mother."