NARRATOR: Mall-One, Sol System...
KATHRYN: General, I got tired of waiting for your story, so I cheated.
If you recall, I told you a story about losing half my friends during the destruction of a battleplate.
Since then you've acted like you have a story that will top it, but I get the feeling "topping it" isn't how you want to frame your story.
KATHRYN: From that I deduced that you lost close friends or family, and the story is so personal you're reluctant to tell it during a typical tale swap in the bar.
KATHRYN: I began by researching your immediate family, and as I'm sure you'd expect, I immediately ran up against a wall.
KATHRYN: The wall was made of locked records. Without clearance, I cannot determine how your wife, your parents, or your two youngest children died.
KATHRYN: All I know is that they all died just before the Terraforming Wars began, and that you and your oldest son lived.
Given the way the two of you soft-shoe around each other, I think this particular story isn't one I want to hear.
GEN. TAGON: I never thought I'd meet an analyst who'd stop before ferreting out that final, fetid piece of filthy intel.
KATHRYN: But I'm pretty sure it's a story you need to tell.
GEN. TAGON: Oh, hullnuts. Now you're the other kind of analyst.