He was quiet for a while, as if Gabriel wasn't going to answer, just the sound of fruit being sliced. "A few decades ago," he couldn't remember the years exactly, but that was close enough. "A hunter found us, and my father fought him while my mother hid me before going to fight at his side." Neither came back, but by the tone....

Gabriel had seen what happened, what became of them. The sound of slicing never stopping even as he spoke, moving on to the meat.

There was the low hissing of a snake- "Do I?" He wouldn't know, truthfully, same as snoring.