[Lydia adjusts on the bed and takes a moment before answering him. Most of her conversations with Andrew have been about her, so far. She knows he needs to trust her, but she also knows she needs to find a way to get him to open up. Somehow.]

The memories are fuzzy. They fade, faster than normal memories. They are more like dreams you can't quite remember? [Lucky for her, she wrote all of it down.]

She's-- very manipulative. Very lonely, not that she'll admit to it. She just wants to find a place to belong and she thinks she'll find it through power. [Not different from her former, deluded self.]