Survivor's guilt was a nasty thing, and even if she was still far from convinced of the Signless' identity, the reminder that she had lived on still caused that self-condemnation to rise. She should have died by his side. She should have faced the end as they all had. The Dolorosa, the Psiioniic, they had all suffered too. Even now the Disciple was waiting for her turn, but she would fight it, if only because she knew the others would have wanted her to.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze, her own eyes verdant and challenging. She did not feel like she had to explain herself. Did not want to, really, but perhaps in doing so she would get his story--or rather, the one he was going with. In any case him knowing her circumstances wouldn't hurt her in anyway.

"After 'you' had been murdered, they meant to do away with me as well." Her mouth went dry, and for a moment her eyes flickered downward as she forced herself to recall the memory of his last moments. So painful, so agonizing, so. So angry. Not unlike...how this person was acting. Just as quickly, however, she met his eyes once more and they hardened.

"I do not know why, but the Executor did not kill me, and allowed fur my escape. Fur the next sweep and a half I transcribed your sermons to paper once more and began to gain followers again. When I decided it was time to go public once more those followers," a pause, "disagreed. I was put in what they call cryogenic sleep, and recently awakened." Di still had no idea how exactly that worked.

It didn't really seem like it would do her much good to know.

"And now please do regale me with your story."