"You just haven't had the right pie." There wasn't enough room under the table to cross his legs without banging a knee. David folded his hands instead, frowning slightly as he considered her question.
It had been bound to come up with someone at some point, although David still tried to maintain the steadfast illusion that his past was of no particular significance and that moving to the subways under Chicago was just sort of like changing his preferred morning paper. The amazing thing was that it seemed to work, most of the time.
"I made a mistake," he said, lowering his voice so that it fell beneath the buzz of casual conversation. People here seemed friendly, but ... "About as bad a mistake as a guy like me can make. I don't know how much you know about what I can do." Another thing he didn't speak about, leaving most people to know he had Some Memory Thing and let the details go. "There was a time for a while where I didn't really know much about it, I think I hoped if I left it alone life would just be normal - it wasn't much more than a practical joke, anyway, making people forget where they put their car keys."
David shrugged, calm face over a steadily increasing heartbeat. "It's not, of course. But it was a few years until I found out I could wipe someone completely, and when I did ... I didn't have very much control, and it got away from me and I destroyed Erica. Literally, permanently. After that ... after that I just ran as far away as I could get. Underground is where I ended up."