Really? [That actually makes him frown, brow furrowed.] No... I'd always assumed it was just something strange and random that happened. There were signs and books around, but nothing that addressed me by name when I first went down...

[It's clear this is worrying him, now.]

Ah, that's right. It found me when we were split up because of those strange vines. There was a long hallway, and it kept reappearing with new words on the walls. It wanted me to take it along... Of course, I wanted nothing to do with it. It really was persistent.