[He blinks then, slightly wide-eyed, and that brightening of his face remains there poised, a little more overt. Because if this man has experienced it, if it's something people here know more about, if their hosts in this city are more willing to be transparent in regard to what keeps them here, what causes them to leave--

--it's a good thing, with some measure of relief in it. Because if it's true of this place, perhaps it's true of Duplicity, too. Perhaps all the dire things they'd been left to imagine were just that, after all. Imaginings.]

You have? Well that's ah, well that's good, isn't it? It means...well, it means the same could be said of anyone, who disappears in a world like this.

[He'd lost people. People who mattered to him. Knowing they might be back where they belong rather than dead, or tortured, or simply ended...it matters to him.]