Not that much. I remembered the man that wielded it more than anything else. [Gabriel chuckles tiredly, and glances at his own sword.] I know more about it than my own, though. And nothing about yours, Eliot. [Though he is curious to have a look at some point to see if that will trigger any memories. Hopefully something more pleasant, although since it's a sword he doubts it.]

I was planning on walking home,. In a little while, though, if I'm not in your way. You probably have your hands full as it is?