Martel keeps secrets - he keeps them like he just likes the feel, as if he's become accustomed to their company - but there are some things in his life that he's much less circumspect about than he used to be. The dry facts of his history are among those things; he might not tell anyone how it felt to be executed by his own brother, but the fact of it and the reasons why are no secret. Not any more.

"I never would have come back," he says, contemplatively. "Not if I'd lived. Not if Zemoch had fallen and I'd lived. I lit most of those burned bridges knowingly-" most, not all, not the first few, "-and with just that thought in mind. Could I have, though, do you think? If I would have."

There's a pause. "I knew another Sparhawk here, briefly; not from our world, my own world. The agreement we had was that he'd leave me be on the understanding that if I ever set foot in Eosia again, my life is forfeit."

Just...so he knows. So he knows that Martel had agreed to it, had given up any thought of this.