"Not tonight, Daniel. It's... well, it's really personal. Maybe tomorrow, when I'm a little more accustomed to our surroundings. Anyway, you haven't told me about [i]you[/i] yet."
Although he didn't drop the smile, it was clear from Weisse's tone and the look in his eyes it was a sore subject. He was trying to deflect the point, but he knew this was going to come up again.
"Memories, to me, is the past. Our past's define us and mould us into, as you rightly said, us. And unlike toast," Weisse laughed softly "it can often be a painful and confusing thing to look into and act on. If I'm shaped by my past, by all rights and logic I should be a stuck-up, arrogant, oversensitive pig who sees everyone as an inferior plebian. Or I should be a quivering, crying wreck who feels no emotions but sorrow, who flounces about crying 'woe is me, the world sucks' and so on."
There was a short pause, then Weisse continued
"Of course, it's all very well to say that now. When I look back on my past, all I see is a life of total luxury suddenly snatched and replaced by a rather poor one, with little more than the promise of wealth in the future to keep me going. I bet if you saw my past, or I yours, we could pick up things that the other missed. Everyone seems to remember the bad things the most, with good memories showing up when things are at their worst to taunt you. So I make it a point to look to the present, and the future, instead of the past."
Once more, Weisse paused, this time to let out a warm, friendly laugh "And you said [i]you[/i] talk a lot!"