There are times I wish I couldn't remember the specifics of what has happened over the last two thousand years. What happened to my home and my apprentices at the end of my stay in Venice, for instance. You probably heard about the fire? [Marius looks pained. He can still remember how Amadeo and his apprentices screamed for his help. Help he couldn't give.] If I recall, the rumor later was that my home caught fire. My apprentices, Amadeo, my servants, and I all died in the fire.

I do still go by Marius, by the way.