“Yes,” she agrees with a slight nod. “It has escaped me for quite some time now.” Her idea of a long time is probably not near his definition of it, but she’s still so young, with so many years still ahead of her, and perhaps length of time means nothing in the merit of suffering.

She shakes her head at his apologies. The Suli do not recognize them the way most people do. “It is no fault of yours, there is nothing for you to apologize for. We are all being unwitting surveyors of each other’s memories. I do not believe there is a way to stop it.” There have been mutterings about touch being the cause, but Inej is not convinced it is the only factor.

She frowns at that, unsure of how to answer. “Are you certain you wish to discuss it?” She cannot imagine he would want to, but there is no denying it is something that will play on her mind for a long time to come.

She's quiet for a long moment after that, contemplating whether she should indulge the act of making someone relive that sort of horror. “I’m not sure which of the boys I saw was you… you look quite different now.” That is the easy part, but the rest? Well. Her eyes grow glossy, but no tear sheds its way down her cheek. “Why did they torture you? Information? Or skill?” Both possibilities are terrifying if she's honest, and both smack too close to home for comfort for very distinctly different reasons.