[He allows that. He's sharp enough to piece together what happened for himself, most likely--but he won't ask Saya to taint her own "memories" of her parents, despite everything. He can't ask that of her; it wouldn't be fair.

So instead he is silent, letting it pass, and moves on.]

That's right. It was then that Lord Uther gave me a choice. I could become a spy for him, or...

[Hand chopped off, probably. That was the most common punishment for thieves, he knows. Either way, he shrugs.]

It was a clear choice.

[...]

So when did you become a sweeper, then?