[ He lets her talk - not keen to interrupt her when she's diving into her memories for something she'd rather forget. He knows that feeling all too well, and glance to the side might tip her off. ]

Sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I get it. There's things in my past - well, that I'd rather not think about too long.

I don't know what it's like to be under the influence of a Great One... but it clearly can't be pleasant.