I am not in the state of mind to be able to explain why, but I feel inclined to hope that doesn't. I don't want to remember.

[Not that she's capable of controlling something like that. Even now, her mind is starting to pick up bits and pieces, while at the same time struggling to process the flood of incoming Luceti memories. She might sound a little distant right now.]

...how much did you see? Of how I was. Of how I must have seemed... I can't imagine it was at all pleasant.