"It burned." The answer comes bluntly, but quietly. A statement of fact. "All knowledge burned with it."

The last few of their kind, in other words. He doesn't say it, though maybe she can infer. It isn't important. In this world, he's the only of his kind, always will be, and perhaps that's for the best.

He considers her words for a moment. Were, had. He can recall the warmth in the memory and he can see the...it's hard to say. A longing? A loss?

Fuck. Maybe he's looking too closely, with feelings tangled up in his own.

"Not anymore?"