"Not a stranger." Sweeney's lips press. It's not a favorite topic. He swallows and licks his lips to part them.

"I weren't always a Leprechaun." A slow sigh escapes through his nose. "Been lots'a things, lots'a lives. They...stack. Bleed. I...get lost in myself. Memories." Sins. He hopes that makes some level of sense to the stranger.