Forgive him, Verity, he was still feeling a little scattered.

"I saw one of Yasha's memories," he didn't want to say of what, already feeling like he'd invaded her privacy by experiencing it at all, let alone talking about it. "She saw- my mother- the cave."

Verity knew enough about the circumstances surrounding Beckett's death to understand what he was trying to say, disjointed sentence fragments and all.