[They are similar in that respect- Keith has always been easy to hold a conversation with, even on deeper issues. He's understanding, and it's appreciated in ways he really doesn't have the words for.]

It isn't anything... sinister, or whatever you might be thinking. I was... well, not alive, but in existence, for a very long time. While I may only appear to be a few decades old, I am in fact over a thousand.

[That's about as far as he can pigeonhole, anyway. Maybe after this, he'll work on going back to where he grew up (if he can remember where that is) and try to find records of his birth. The Raven Queen might know, but he doubts she tracks things in mortal years either.]

I simply don't remember a lot from back then. Time changes things. Things that aren't brought up fade away. And the rest of my family has been dead for a very long time. It's... I don't know. Perhaps I feel it should be emotionally difficult, but for the most part it simply is.

For a long time, I did not have people worth remembering. I think this is as symbolic or literal there as I'd like to imagine it.