<'All that was is the roots of all that is',> the Andalite says, and might have sighed if he was human. <Yes, yes. I probably don't have the right to ask and I don't believe you have permission to tell me. Walking in someone's memories without their willingness is not something I like to be party to. It's a violation. I know this.>

There is a 'but' there.

<I cannot associate with this person without knowing if the person - a woman, wasn't it? - whose body it first was is still aware and separate from her. That is not something I can learn to overlook or move past.>