Have you, [he starts, then stops. He doesn't know to say this. He doesn't know if he should say it. What if he shouldn't say anything at all, and he's wrong? If Crane was right and he shouldn't have spoken to anybody at all? He looks at Kasumi -- at her hand, since he's afraid of looking up -- and wonders what sort of effect it would have on her if he divulged in her. How would it spread?

Like poison?

He finds that his throat is tight and he can't bring himself to say anything yet. His eyes drop to the ground and their feet as they walk, silent, again, until he wonders if she might grow impatient. He takes a breath, and he starts again, his question coming haltingly.]

Do you-- do you think, if something happened and you disappeared, people will miss you? Like Charlie... or that commander, Commander Shepard, you talked about before?