[When Childe starts to ask more questions he snaps out of it. He blinks a couple of times before focusing his gaze onto te other.]

That's enough. [The tone of his voice is a lot more stern now.] Make what you want out of the images you have seen or the emotions you have experienced. I figure they weren't pleasant. [He shrugs and while his arms are still crossed he clenches his hands to fists.

Especially after experiencing that Childe's memories were so...normal and human. Warm and so stupidly fragile that he can't do anything but be disgusted. And maybe, somewhere deep inside of him there is a voice telling him how great it must be to feel that way.]

They're dead.