[ wash is continuing to make assumptions here, in that the ship has a name and is being referred to with an actual non-object pronoun, the only way he makes sense of it now is to think of talyn has the ship-based ai. he listens, just as attentively as before, giving the kitten another little gentle ear scritch. neurbleedback is an unfamiliar term, but it's not exactly a difficult one to guess the component words of, and pilots using neural interfaces to interact with ships was standard in the unsc. neural bleedback, he assumes, must be some effect of the ship ai affecting the pilot -- or captain, in this instance. he doesn't know if he'd also be a pilot. the ai was unstable ( rampancy, that makes sense ) and it was killing him. crais mentions being alone. without interfacing with the ship, perhaps.

he nods. quiet, absorbing, connecting lines in his head. he notices, too, that crais isn't just rambling off at his usual rate here, not just listing off paragraphs of personal life story like it's nothing. there's a little more hesitancy here. he's still talking, but there are pauses, and it's less a listing of information and more about some things that happened to him personally, how he felt.

wash has gone this entire time managing to say absolutely nothing about himself, he didn't even say his name, just asked if crais knew it. he will continue to say absolutely nothing about himself. but it's clear that something about this resonates with him, that he recognizes it in a way. ]

Perfect storm of circumstance. Guess that happens.

You designed the interface, but it was killing you as your ship -- as Talyn -- got more unstable. You ran out of options to prevent him from endangering others. [ he's using the exact same words that crais did in their earlier conversation. absorbs information real well, clearly. ] It helped that you had some personal stake, anger and a need for an outlet. And now you're here.

[ in other words: and then you killed yourself, and died, and now you've been here for more than a year. ]