{ She looks considerably softer at that answer. Younger. Perhaps able to relate to what he said to a certain extent? Who knows. It at least struck yet again a chord of sympathy in her. A quiet sigh, a hand running through her hair. }

That's good. Without experiences to shape us, who will we be today? { An awful and curious question to her for such a long time. } What do you remember from those times? Were there any experiences that stand out to you?