Valdis' eyes narrowed, "I am a very broken creature, Devin. Have been for twenty-three hundred years, and I don't remember the two hundred years before that. So which ones would you like me to air. The one where the soul I had was stolen from me by demons, or when my will was taken by the Void. Or perhaps the one when my freedom was taken by Fenrir. Those are the memories drudged up by that cage."

And that wasn't even the end of it.

"So perhaps it wasn't personal to you, but it was to me."