Setsuna visibly flusters, her hands reaching up in a pacifying half-flail. She shakes her head, quick and forceful. "No! ... no," she continues, softer, "it's not that. They're good memories. Your city reminds me of a place I, um, love very much."

She presses her lips together in an unhappy frown. "But, remembering it, talking about it with other people, in, um, a place like this, they're ..." She looks ceilingwards, then rubs a palm, thumbside, against her breastbone, awkwardly. Against where the nanochain they've all been threatened with the use of went in. "Makes me worry about whether they're useful memories, you could say. Or ... dangerous ones?" She takes a deep breath. "And .. maybe not all happy, either."