[ Oh, her interest is very obvious in both tone and posture. But at her question to know more, to see their face, Emet-Selch looks to withdraw. His expression turns rigid, tone changes. Obvious distrust. Trusting anyone here with something so personal and precious goes beyond what he is willing to do. No one hear has earned that trust yet, assuming anyone ever could. ]

My memories are my own.

[ He turns back to what he was eating as if to ignore the shard on offer. After a small amount of debating of whether to drop the subject or not he does surrender a little more. ]

What I may say is that they perished some time before the end of our worlds. Unlike you, I was never bold enough in my misspent youth to make my appreciation known to them.

[ It’s certainly something about her that he will admit to appreciating. At least she would not spend years in contemplation over love lost. ]

I fight so that they live again in a world that deserves them. Somewhere that they may be free, happy, amongst our own people, surrounded by all the wonders of the world. Whether they will ever return that affection..

[ Emet-Selch sighs, sets his fork down forcibly, and leans back in his chair. ]

..Perhaps I’ve said too much.