["Something horrible" is about right. True, the world might not have gotten to the state it had been in prior to the Flood of Light without intervention, but that doesn't change that it had been occurrence of nigh-catastrophic proportions all the same.]

You do realize I wasn't present to witness it personally?

[He'd had better things to do with his time, even accounting for the difference in how fast time moves between the shards.]

But as I understand it, the local heroes did a little too well in eliminating the forces of darkness. Thus did Light rise ascendent, resulting in what you see before you.

[Or feel, maybe, given that the Ocular doesn't exactly have windows.]

And you didn't ask. Although where I happen to be from is... irrelevant. Not here; that's all that matters.

[Given that she barely knows about the idea of shards, much less the Source, the last thing he wants to do is to have to explain the Sundering. Fortunately she offers a reasonable enough topic for him to turn his attention too, for that he very nearly feels the urge to squirm under the uncanniness of that gaze.]

And whyever should I not remember? It's hardly the sort of thing one simply forgets.

[And whatever else he may be, he's not forgetful. Although he might grant that he has forgotten the feeling of getting a decent night's sleep, somewhere along the way.]