He continues to blink and stare straight ahead for a few seconds, processing the voices and the faces they belong to just as much as he's processing what was said in a different life. It sheds some light, at least, on what their dynamic was, but what's a delicate way to share it with the person who's efficiently unlocking parts of him he's not had access to until now?

Her reassurance gets him to turn his face slowly toward her. Is it OK? He can't be sure.

"A memory," he says blankly, as the hollowness of echoing slips away and he starts to feel solid and present again. "You were there, so was he, and... there's a lot to it."

His eyes pass to the magazine in Misa's hands. "What is that?"