[ Somehow, the question comes unexpected. He had imagined she might be curious about the Gods or the Singularity or perhaps even something of their experiences in the shared future. He had not realized she'd absorbed an old memory from him. The invasion is not what bothers him; he knows by now she never means to see what she does, and it's not as if he's kept his past a secret. But it isn't a memory he wants inflicted on a girl like her. Or anyone, in truth, but especially not her.
It's his turn now for several minutes to pass as he searches for how he wishes to answer. ]
It happened a long time ago. I'm sorry for what you saw.
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It's his turn now for several minutes to pass as he searches for how he wishes to answer. ]
It happened a long time ago.
I'm sorry for what you saw.