Esper Hollow had mostly been a blur. There were glimpses of it in his memory, naturally, but they were difficult to coax out and he didn't really want to. They were mostly cold feelings, physical coldness, mental coldness. He remembered the endless beating of rain and his daughter's voice (sometimes Ahren's voice, sometimes a stranger's voice, sometimes Tsunami's voice, sometimes his mother's voice, or the voice of a woman he imagined to be his mother). He remembered having had dreams, but he didn't remember any of the dreams themselves. He remembered wanting to die (still wanting to die), and he remembered feeling guilty for that somehow (even though there was guilt for still being alive, too).
I guess so,
was all he could say of Esper Hollow and shrugged. There was nothing to dwell on there. The scarred hybrid turned away as the other approached; he could feel her eyes on him. Maybe it was a paranoid imagining, but common sense told him that anyone would stare. He shrugged again. No, I can't,
he admitted impassively. Just answering questions. She would keep talking, he knew, but if he didn't fight back, then maybe their meeting could be all the more brief.