[He inhales, exhales, stares at his hands. When he says he doesn't know where to start, he's telling the truth. It goes back so far, every time he tries to begin he thinks of something else he needs to say first.

Finally he sighs and just leans against the wall, almost limp.]

Do you remember that incident--I think it was four months or so ago, now. Where someone... altered the Ingress to divert to a slaver colony?

[It seems like another lifetime, now.]