"You are. And they wouldn't want to jeopardize that, would they? They wouldn't...wouldn't allow you memories that interfere with your functioning."

She doesn't want to play anymore, but she doesn't want to cut him off either. She's already pretty sure he's getting into one of his moods. "Moirallegiance. Trolls fated to meet. Fated to be able to trust each other with anything, protect each other through anything..."

Her voice lowers, to the point where it's likely hard to catch. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't."