Yeah. Part of the Trials of Marmora involved a projection of my fears and desires. Dad was there.

[He watches as Maes lines up to throw again, listening as he talks but also paying close attention to his form still. He's got something to learn here, after all.]

I'm sorry.

[And he means it. He is. Losing a parent sucks.] I never knew my mother. Dad never talked about her, and she was gone before I was old enough to have any memory of her. So all I had was the knife she left for me.