He doesn't want to talk about this. He doesn't want to deal with North at all. He should never have gone looking, except then things would have come out at an even worse time, he's sure.

"The Meta. It was the Meta. Sigma and the other AIs piloting whatever was left of Maine after they took over." He doesn't know how much was left. There'd been... bits... flashes. Times when he almost thought he was talking with his friend. And then other times when it had been so alien and wrong.

He blinks slowly at the question and then shrugs. Why try to soften the blow? "Because that happened nearly two years ago."