Last spark from the ashes

"Yeah...?" Steve's gotten to hear more than he really thought he would about that guy, too. About himself? He still doesn't really know how to process it. Only that he hates very much the way people grieve when they look at him. That he's glad Blaze advised he keep his helm on until he'd been situated at his station and relatively out of the way during the Dawning. He tries to imagine a crowd of people all looking at him that way and it--no.

Best not to linger on what might have happened.

"I'm doing my best." He replies quietly. He listens to the rest without saying anything more at first. He doesn't understand, at first, but he tries to think through this as best he can.

"But...none of you had any way of knowing if I'd have even been meant to be found by a ghost. If not Siri, maybe not ever. I-I get that I'm something of an oddity, but...I could have just as easily been dead for...for good, right? He?" Steve makes a small noise of irritation and shakes his head.

"Plus, I don't remember any of them. I couldn't have exactly told you who would need a memo. The people closest to...to him. They agreed." He's been assured of that already. Several times. "I don't much like the idea of having a PSA blare out through the Nexus announcing my being alive much more than I like watching my own face tell me how the Nexus works."

It's all messy. No option sounds good to his ears.