Siri met his gaze for a moment, before looking away. Their conversation, one of their last before her death at the hands of Magus was all too fresh in her mind. They’d spoken of regrets, of the past... She shook her head. No. That wasn’t something she should dwell on, either. They hadn’t had that conversation yet, for him. “No. I haven’t. Not yet.” She hadn’t even begun to come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t dead (what was she, anymore), and with the news he’d given her now... she was more lost than ever. “I’ll figure something out.” She always did.