"Is it?" She really should have been so much more sarcastic. Motoko is older than Bruce, but still younger, in ways, remembering with perfect vividness unclouded by time or nostalgia the days when she smiled at a boy and asked him to walk with her— and was declined.

The memory made her shut away her expressions, and grow only that little more distant and cold. It was the only way she knew to feel it.

"I can't really picture you finding this kind of entertainment diverting."