It's fine, it's fine. Anyone would be startled by something like that, right?

[ He can imagine the shock; he'd have been quite surprised himself to hear about certain things from his past being turned into poetic verse, too, after all. There are things he doesn't want anyone else to know about, and while he hasn't made an effort to find any books about his home, deeming it a needle in a haystack sort of task, he doesn't relish the idea of someone wandering through the library and happening upon them and the secrets of his past by sheer chance. ]

Here, want to take a seat? You look like you might want to take a minute and calm down. It's astounding, though, isn't it? An entire library, filled with true stories... about us. [ He lowers his voice. ] And all the worlds that the people of this planet aren't supposed to know about.