[ His voice drops to a similar note, less a mirror of hers and more of an echo of shared experience. She has a right to be angry, seeing all this again on top of God knows what else. At least he knew what he was getting with the War... well, more so than others. ]

No, they did not. [ a breath, softer, ] I'm not sure. Mine tells me how to — fix things, like the ship. I know there's one that tells you how to fly, and another with security. You can tell what's there, just breathe real deep. It's not mixed in with our memories or anything. It's kinda... there.