Garrot, asking the impossible? What a shocking notion. The Wizard's answers are cagey and vague, like always. But her question makes him gasp, his eyes going wide.

"I- I don't know! I was a kid, he didn't tell me anything, I..." Maybe he shouldn't have just trusted his father, maybe he should've demanded the opportunity to help however he could. His mother may know something, but that's not exactly the sort of conversation you have over the phone. And in that moment of petty hindsight, a gut-twisting moment of doubt hits him. His pupils shrink and, well...

"If the Protector was secretive like always, Sxicq was in the mountain, the companions were censored, the monsters didn't talk, and they didn't go back in time, what other sources were there?!" He's more frantic than anything; she's making it sound like forty years of historical data have been wholly wrong, or that information flowed more freely in the past. And that doesn't make sense to him!!!! So Garrot's sure he's missing some simple detail that lets his worldview sit undisturbed, because that's, well, easier than wrapping his head around the alternative.

Poor guy has to refactor his perception of the planet like every day, it's a lot.