Faolan's lips tighten in a line, and his face looks slightly pained. Surely she has to realize that, despite everything he has kept from her, he's given her more than most people have ever gotten. What more secrets are there? Nothing that he really wants to give away to anyone, not a friend, not an enemy, not Sylvia, nor Lancelot, nor Ringer herself.

"You know everything that I can tell. What else there is..." He shakes his head. There's the oath, but he cannot share that. "There are things in my past that I do not talk about. I would ask you not fault me for keeping them to myself. They are not... Happy things to discuss."