[It takes her a moment to debate discussing it, and she slides down to sit at the base of the tree, knees drawn up to her chest. Silent, long enough that he might think she's not going to answer, before:]
There was a guy I was connected to, once. We shared everything from preferences to experiences with each other, and aside from a few minor points and things we kept to ourselves, we were the exact same person. Two sides of the same coin.
--But he died, and took my memories with him.
[And she doesn't sound sad about that, really. Simply her same dull tone-- with a hint of loneliness to it]