"I honestly cannot recall," Hal admits, for his human life is so very long ago. Offering a brief smile to Ichabod (though it is strained and sags under the weight of his daily struggle), he thinks back and cannot even remember the place he had been born. All he remembers is the Gdansk and then the battle. "I'm over 530 years old," he says. "I'm afraid after five centuries, even what you try to remember fades away."