(She taps her fingers thoughtfully on the desk, unsure of how much to divulge. She'd found aspects of his younger self quite sad, but- well, there's nothing that can be done about it now, of course, so.
She wrinkles her nose at him.)
Are you talking about me? I was... old. I don't know.
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She wrinkles her nose at him.)
Are you talking about me? I was... old. I don't know.