Ouroboros Spine let me hear you sing

Valiant gave a little sigh in acknowledgement. He knew what she meant. He wasn't exactly sure on the answer to that side of things, but he could give her his best guess.

"A lotta worthwhile things take effort," he murmured, worried, suddenly, that Minnow might overhear. "But if you ain't good at talkin' to them — maybe try doin' things. Make memories again. Eventually, you'll have plenty to say."

But that eventually was a cold comfort, wasn't it?

"Is there somethin' you wanna talk about that you feel like you can't say to them?" he asked then, allowing his mind to drift to that fearful blank space in her history. He preferred to think she'd simply gone out of existence to drift in lonely limbo for a time — but he knew it was likely far more complicated than that.