[There's an argument to be made about how that man and Yeager are two different people, but frankly, he's far too tired to try to find a way to express that. Heinwald's question isn't helping much, and his gaze darts to the side.

"Solace", huh...]

I don't know.

[It's a complicated mess of feelings he's not entirely sure he still has and doesn't really want to start evaluating right now.]

...Only one other person knows about all of this back in my world. I would prefer it if you kept this between the two of us.

[There isn't really anything behind it; it's just... blank. None of the usual cheer or enthusiasm or flair, it's almost startlingly simple in comparison to how he normally acts.]