[it isn't lost on him the way she turned the focus away from her and back onto him.

but he'll indulge her - if he does tell her more about himself (what he can actually remember for the time being) at some point he'll find a way to get her to share more about herself. an fair exchange of life experiences, if you will.

For now, he'll just give her what scraps of memories he still has floating around... well. the less terrible ones, at least.]

I did not give it up myself. It was... a combination of extremely bad luck, and extremely bad choices on my part.

[he rubs his forehead, the fragments of these particular memories sharp and painful.]

What I mean, is -- we have all been there, at some point.