[ Matt's mind goes carefully blank and still on the subject of what Silco may have suffered in life. He doesn't know anything, per se--all he has is the image of fire, of Silco embracing a small, hysterical girl--but it isn't his to share.

He frowns. ]

I didn't know that. About nonexistence. [ Which, while it's a piece of secondhand information ... it definitely tracks. ] I would still rather we didn't all kill each other. Even those of us who've done harm--a lot of harm.

[ There's pain in his voice, but at the moment, he's thinking of Quetzalcoatl rather than himself. ]

But I can't blame you, I guess.