[Her thoughts haven't gone this rapid fire in a long time. She's at his side again, where she ought to be, but it feels all wrong.

In the pause between trying to find her answer, that's when she notices it, that warmth. Something she could barely recall from her few memory shards. The Zarkon she had known... hadn't been warm for a long, long time.

She wills herself to respond.]

My lord, before I can even begin to answer that, please, I must know. What is it that you last remember, before arriving in this world?