Well, there is that, but... still, not your fault. Uh, thanks, though. It's definitely messed up, what they did to you.

[Noncommittal shrug] It's just... y'know, memories are kind of... private. It's like if I read your diary or something. Hypothetically. I mean, it's cool if you're OK with it, I just, uh, wanted to make sure you knew.