[It's a strange thing to think about - both the notion of existing so far into the future that everyone you knew is dead, and the idea of leaving the past behind even then.

He repeats once more:] One cannot leave the dead behind so easily.

[Whether it's a person or the past itself. It's hard to shake, isn't it? Even if it's futile, isn't it hard to let it go? Impossible, even?

There are other questions he wants to ask, but he doesn't know how far Mandricardo's willingness to discuss this will stretch. He's already done more than his fair share, anyway; it isn't right to ask for any more.]

...I'm sorry for asking you to discuss something so unpleasant. I was just reminded of someone I lost, earlier.