He blinks at the sudden outpouring of passion, a feeling he's never experienced before. Certainly he loves research, and books, and knowledge - but it's really more an obsession than a passion, and he's wise enough to know the difference.

"I confess that I do not understand. My society does not have ancestors, and even before I was this - we did not revere them. The dead were simply dead. And seeing as I will live forever I never had cause to wonder what happens after death to those who will not." But he does understand that for her it's not a theoretical wondering, she has knowledge. Facts. And that's an entirely different thing. "So you both want to secure your ancestors for your identity and their own, but also to perhaps prevent another from becoming what enthralled you. I can see how that would be a driving motivation to ensure you can get back to them. Or to bring them here."