Her mouth purses thoughtfully as she takes the seat across from him, resting her chin against her hand, thinking it over. "Most things. It seems like most of it, at least," Anathema says consideringly. "Not crystal-clear, of course, because it had been years, and memory fades after so much time... but the memories are fairly clear. We were in the resistance together, weren't we? We worked with Lilith. Tried our best to harry the government and be a pain in their behinds."

She'd written and distributed pamphlets with Georgia. Like the conspiracy zines she'd once circulated back home and taught Adam about, but with so much more pressing urgency this time around.

"Do you remember it?"