It was brief. I needed to -- carry him in.

[ To put it simply. He squeezes his arm slightly around him in an instinctive response, when Miles jolts. ]

After Epsilon, I acted like I was afraid of an AI ever being in my head again. Wasn't that far off from the truth, but it helped Freelancer trust me -- I wasn't exactly likely to steal any of the AI from my friends' dead bodies from myself. I don't like having anything in my head, but it wasn't fear. I just couldn't let anyone know what I knew.

Church tried to get at it.