He nodded as she explained. That certainly made a lot of sense. When she motioned for him to sit he joined her and sighed. "No, it isn't mine. Those notes were started by the first Strider that set up here and built up by each one that followed. The majority was Gregor's work, though. He left a lot to sift through, and like I said, he wasn't the most on-the-level sort of person." He shifted the rifle around to his front instead, leaning it on his shoulder and gripping the barrel with both hands. He listened to her and found himself smiling sadly, tiredly. All too often people forgot what really mattered. He was ready to reassure her, to tell her that her mother would relent and come to cherish her own daughter again in no time, but what she explained utterly wiped that from his mind.<br/><br/>His head snapped around to stare at her. "You saw Gregor die?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "As in you were physically present when he was killed? How? I--why? What were you doing there?"