He's pensive for a moment, balancing the vague answer against his own tense situation. Garrot's not sure if he can trust Xaljim with this, or anyone. The only reason he can trust the other Wizard knights is because they can't rat him out. He'd take all this to the grave, if he could.

"Three years ago, when the Monkey Knight was with the Wizard, you didn't know." He gestures his head to the skies, and his tone turns a bit sullen. "When my father was with the Princess, you didn't know." Garrot's hands halfway enter his pants pockets. "You've never known, not in forty years. If you're on my side, and the side of every other Monkey Knight, shouldn't you know?" He narrows his eyes and furrows his brow, not in apprehension but as if he's trying to run calculations in his head.

"So why can't you know?" A beat. "Or do you just not want to?"