...hm. There hasn't been a lot of talking every time I've, uh. Walked in on it. [By way of explanation:] I used to, um, live on a ship and there's not exactly a lot of...privacy.

Oh. What, ah...what does it mean?

[Koby frowns a little, but he doesn't argue. He knows he's hard on himself. But that way he can usually avoid anyone else being hard on him.] I guess. If it's even real at all. Our memories, I mean.

Nineteen. I think.