"...Ja, I know." Gilbert bites his lip, swallowing nervously. "He hardly seemed to know me." He looks away, then, dragging his hand through his hair. This wasn't how he planned the night to go, really. "Reminds me of this time back in the Baltics, fighting Prūsa. Hah. New knight just fuckin' lost it on the field. Tried to kill everyone in his way. Just lost his mind." He speaks of his youth, of course, from before when he had land to his name.