"No." It's not an answer he has to mull over for very long; the truth comes to him easily, and it's probably one he's always known, even if he hasn't exactly had the opportunity to put the thought into words. He shakes his head once, jaw working as he tries again to find the right words, and fails. Instead he reaches for the mug of ale, briefly glances Yngvi's way in thanks, and then sips from it.

Once he's done with it (for the moment, anyway), he sets it down and says, "If I died for anyone, it was for the Legionnaires."

Suddenly self-conscious over how much of himself he's been pouring into this conversation, he glances at Yngvi again wearing a chagrined expression. "This is probably a lot more about some old guy than you ever wanted to know, huh?" he says, his tone and expression self-deprecating out of sudden nervousness.