[That gives him a moment's pause.]

Yeah? Well, to give myself a shameless advert, if the Guard needs a consultant, it's what I did back home.

[He hesitates for a moment, because he's so used to hiding it.]

Well, I'm psychic. I'm pretty good at figuring things out.

Not...exactly like Syeira, no.

When I touch things, I can look at their histories, where they've been, who's touched them, what they used them for.

It causes a lot of problems but yeah, I've gotten some use out if it.

Except for all the memories, no matter how traumatic, becoming yours. That's a fairly large negative.

Yep. The good, the bad, I feel it just like the person who left the imprint did.

It, in a word, blows.

A lot of the time, yeah. That's why I wear gloves, mate.

That's...different. They're mine.

I've had them for years, mate, and when I first got them, I learned they came from Singapore and were packaged by a little old lady who worked because it filled her days instead of remembering she'd just lost her husband to a stroke. That memory's still there, but lots of others have layered on top.

Happy?

She's...more a comforting presence than anything, anymore, unless you mean in a general sense, because yeah. It's shitty.

Sometimes it can't be helped, but I've gotten used to it. I try not to look. It's sort of like...constantly nearly walking in on someone in the loo, you know?

Thanks, but it's just...normal I guess? Anyway, something happened, and I don't like it.