Icarus was a bit more appreciative when the woman came over to sit with him. It made the conversation much easier to keep out of the ears of others. Sure, the populace abided by their golden rule of peace, but they still had opinions and if it were possible it would shift poorly, he'd rather keep the information to himself. He could feel her words held an iota of truth, but something seemed off about them, as though she were attempting to circle around something else.
At her identification, Icarus noticed how she bit her lip, perhaps feeling uncomfortable at how he seemed to know so much about her and her family, despite the fact he knew exceedingly little. In fact, with the exception of his only interaction with her father, he knew next to nothing about any of them. Something was in her eyes. It was akin to her words being a veil to cover the thoughts that worked in her mind. It was perhaps better if he explained how he knew her father.
"Begging your pardon, madam. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Indeed, I recalled the pale skin and eyes and felt it was close enough of a resemblance to strike up conversation. I mean no ill intent and your father was actually quite polite to me when I went to consult him in some library of the sort within his massive home, if I recall properly. If you see him, he likely wouldn't remember me because it was the only time, but I suppose you could mention 'Icarus'. It's unlikely to ring any bells for him.
"Actually, if I can recall, he was a sort of master with a particular magic. I believe 'darkness'. I had gone to inquire as to how my magic functioned because it seemed my dark magic came from a source outside of the world. I don't remember all that well. There are many memories from that place that are fragmented, damaged beyond full repair," he explained in exhaustive detail as a means to calm her as he felt she was on edge.
Her question inquiring how he had come to this world was a bit hard to explain. If he went into great detail, even he would become lost. Likely, it would be best to stick closest to the most pertinent facts. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The memory brought a wave of discomfort as his greatest failure.
"I went to face the beast of darkness, an avatar of the lord of the end from my realm. It travels from realm to realm, wiping life from existence and turning it to ash until there is nothing left before it moves on. I…" he paused as the memory came back to him in full force and she vanished, his surroundings replaced by the reality of the situation. Knowing it wasn't real, he struggled but was able to keep his calm as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead..
"I was once known as the Black Swordsman, an entity feared for his wholesale slaughter of the corrupt and demons. With the sword of Eden, a weapon of light, I used the shadows as my true blade, bending it to my will. Despite vast power, I was killed by the beast, intense gravity affecting my body as I was pulled into the Void I no longer controlled and when I awoke, I was in a crater in Bohar, the earth around me scorched," he explained, finally leaving the memory behind.
It took everything out of him to bring those few precious moments in which Icarus lost everything once more back to the present. The trauma was something that would haunt him forever, much like the deaths of all he had loved during the Devil Wars of his own realm.
Brother? Dead. Wife and oath brothers? All dead. The only one that survived was his son. Up until he faced the avatar on Dae Luin, it was his greatest failure, broken only by the fact humanity turned the tide and won the war against those labeled as Devil Gods.
"Sorry, it's difficult. I remembered these things and usually have an eidetic memory, which causes me to almost literally live in them. That's what makes the fact my memory concerning most past events on that world is damaged all the more worrisome. I've prattled on long enough. Suffice to say that now, I'm only trying to find my way in the world and do what I can to keep such an event from occuring again, here," he explained, shutting the journal once more.
He finished his drink very quickly. It was often enough the only way he could relax anymore. Icarus knew the drink had destroyed many other warriors. It wasn't so much that he found a need in consuming it, but it was still good in the sense that his normally high-strung mindset was able to come to terms with what had happened to him.