[And that hurt. The shock. The confusion. She wasn't sure if she felt guilty for telling him, or guilty for not telling him sooner.

She'd decided early on not to talk about anything he didn't already know. She'd known it would hurt him if he learned what happened to her. She'd known this would-

Ugh, this stupid, stupid dream.

She stares out the window, if only to try and hide the tears. She wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to let herself cry.]

I don't-

[Need anything, she wants to say. But her throat catches. She takes a breath, tries again. She can't deal with this. She can't.

She can at least tell him the truth now. She owes him that much.]

... The Yeerks found her before we did. She'd been in an accident. She was blind, she had amnesia. You saved her.