"No," he agrees. He adds nothing more. She's seen his memories, growing up. They say enough about his experience with choices.

Not a lot of that to go around, these days or otherwise. But they have choices to make still in between the ones they were denied. Sometimes that has to suffice, when there isn't anything else.

His brows draw together; a sense that he's beginning to put a few pieces into place. He considers the conversations he had during the Summit—a number of them, somehow, more than he'd normally seek on his own. Flowers braided in his hair and a layer of shimmer dust might've made him more approachable. Who knows? A decent opportunity to gather information, in any case.

After a few seconds, he hazards a guess. "You're Jesper's friend."