She could handle confusion but she didn't want to give him more detail. Only she had to, to make any sort of sense. "There were these Monks, came about all 'world's about to end but we can save it'. You figured out how it was going to end, went to stop it, got your stupid blind arse locked in a room with a combo lock, full of ethanol and a genetically modified bacteria about to destroy the planet. And fire being the ultimate sterilizer..."
She trailed off, letting him figure that one out on his own. "You thought you were going to die. I thought it. You never bloody well told me about regeneration. And the Monks could only accept the trade from someone who would do it out of love."