[As they walk, Daan is quiet for a moment, turning the questions over in his mind. Particularly, the last one. Notably, his shoulders stiffen, but his face is impassive. Habitually, making his expression indifferent, bland, like it doesn't bother him.

Eventually, he does answer.]

My parents.

Sylvian is an old god. Not that popular anymore, but her power is still unquestionable. She also still has her followers. When I was born, my parents couldn't decide what my name was -- one called me Daan, the other call me Daniël, so really it's anyone's guess what my real name is supposed to be.

Either way, they gave more of a shit about communing with Sylvian. Goddess of Love, Lust, and Fertility. They'd leave me in the field to go join with their fellow cultists. Until they decided I was old enough to join in... communion, anyway.

[With Vergilius, he'd been brutally honest about the truth. The City of Vergilius' world is filled with horrors that, alas, Daan related to. Sharing the truth to bridge the idea that Daan knew what one would do for the sake of survival. For he, too, has done unspeakable things to survive, things he learned from the Cult of Sylvian.

With Kaveh, it is much, much more vague. To spare him, who has seen more than he already should have.]