It can't be any worse than this, can it? [He knows he's being ridiculous, but the fact of the matter is that even three and a half years in Luceti isn't enough to teach him how to cope with giant amounts of loss and large amounts of change. It's a concept he's continuing to struggle with, and he assumes that a fresh slate will make it easier.]

Besides. If I find out, so what? I'll block it from my mind and move forward. I can't do anything about something I don't remember, right? [Other than obsess and drive himself crazy, but that's a whole other story.] Then I'll just focus on fixing the fabric and recreating myself into who I was supposed to be in the first place.