He wasn't crazy! Just... was paranoid. Rightly paranoid as there was a circulating prophecy of his foretold death. Surely one would be paranoid about that, right?

He shakes his head, "Nothing, you're right. I just..." He rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly before inhaling deeply and looking back at her, "I think this makes us even. I'm not your father, though I might be old enough to be, and it's just you and me here."