[ She stares at him, tries to read the emotion on his face and the emotions she can feel through the pulse and beat of the Nest. It's strange to know what people are thinking (sort of). It's strange to feel it instinctively. It reminds her of the gestalt, the mass that humanity became after Third Impact, but also different. She's still her, but she has the feelings and emotions and thoughts of others buzzing in the background.

Weird.

But he knows something. ]

You were-

[ This is hard to say. How does she tell him that he's dead? She grimaces, drops her gaze, then raises it again, shoulders squaring against the sense of shame she feels. ]

You died. I don't know - something happened and you were killed after that. I don't know how. Just... that it happened.

[ And there's a faint memory of the shock and sorrow and denial that had rippled through her and torn apart her already fragile and tattered psyche. ]