I know what she intended, sweet, I lived it.

That story of my life was over before you even crawled out of the Mother Grub. He was still cowering in a cave last I saw. [She's so angry, so frustrated. The old impulse to destroy things comes to mind and it takes all her will not to destroy the communicator. She can even feel the touch of tears of frustration in her eyes. At least. She hopes they're frustration.]

Lysunder...