"Uh."

He makes a face, trying to work all this out. But it doesn't click. Names are vaguely familiar. But... factions. That's...

"Okay, hold on. I'm sorry. But according to Pax, I'm... missing about four million years," he says. And it sounds like an admittance of guilt more than anything. Like it's his fault. Which it might be, for all he knows.

"I've got... pretty much no idea what you're talking about."