He stops as soon as the pang hits her, as if he knows it hurts.

"Rhys... Rhys said I'd been there a year? A year before the Spire revolted? Maybe... a bit more?" He doesn't really know, his grasp of time is stilted and fragmentary at best.

"I don't know his name. Tranquil don't say no, Maker's sake, get rid of that, burn it, we'll lose the paperwork, it'll be like it never happened." There's Orlesian inflection to the words, a soft growl. "Evangeline didn't know, either. I was their dirty secret. My death- his death. Cole's death."