[she's fairly used to people not knowing how to verbalize things like this, so she's patient as she waits. when the answer comes, there's a tiny frown.]

You think? [more memory bullshit?] Do you remember what might've happened to lead to that...? [and there's a pause as she debates, determining if this next sentence will help or not.] When I died on ours, I knew how it happened. But it didn't feel like I was myself.

[so. it could be extremely confusing, and not to mention difficult to put it into words.]