[That tells him when Hunk is from. He reverts his blade to knife and the flames die down as he holds it near them. He isn't ashamed of himself even if there's a void inside him where his father was and his mother never got to be. It fills up with rage off and on. In this moment, he's calm. Hunk never judged him for what he is.]

Yeah. I didn't know. She left before I could form any memories of her. Left dad with this blade.

[The fire curls up towards his hands and he withdraws them before they'll get burned.]

You don't remember the Blades of Marmora, do you. [He touches the chest plate of his armor indicating it.]