"Nice to meet you, sir," Damien said kindly as he then sat down on the grass next to him, "my name is Damien. I get what you mean about it being peaceful. I'd always like that, it's good to have peace, and to have good people around." He paused, seemingly confused, then nodded. "I.. guess so, it's likely. I haven't found out, so I am unsure. Though it's probably not accurate. These books.. they only tell the surface. I mean, does yours tell about every fact and detail that happened? Or what you really thought and felt at certain points? Some things can be a bit exaggerated or lost in the finished work that goes to print."
Damien knew that wasn't a complete lie. And he did know what he was from, but technically no one had spoken or revealed it to him directly about it. So in a way, he was being truthful on that subject. "I also don't know what to think of.. other people reading it. Do you know what I mean? It's like, private lives, personal stuff important to you.. and others see it. Or make light of it, when it's very serious. That's what it is like for me, anyway. How are you settling in, though? Adjusting well? I was a bit surprised when I first came here.. didn't really have any family, or any back home, really. Made lots of friends though."