[ The line between criticism and advice is a fine one for Michel in the best of circumstances... More, when he's as perplexed as he is by someone like Mithrun. That indifference draws another blink from him. ]

How would they know to ask?

[ Although he pauses, thinking of Sinclair. Thinking of Hani. How much would the information affect their choices...? ]

In their position, I would want to know everything. What you're doing and what you've done. What you intend to do. To understand everything about you, and not just my illusion of you. [ And, in a slightly arrested tone: ] —What do you mean, you'll die?