"No. I don't remember that. I probably didn't exist. Some of the stones of the ruins whisper it." He moves with a thought of intent, a flicker of shadow and dark green smoke so he's sitting on a low wall instead. From there, his hand comes down to rest on a nuggalope's head, scratching behind the horns absently.

"I don't think the world could go back to that way. Not without breaking it and making something new."