"I can't." She answers, curious if he'll take that answer as-is or ask for more details. But he does ask something she can answer, and she shakes her head. Not the protector.

But then he brings up a very important memory, a fun interaction from forty years ago.

"An iteration of me, yes. Less refined, less experienced, more optimistic." She watches him, curious how he'll take the news. "But I remember you."