He gives a visible, almost violent shudder. He knows what that means. He knows what it's like to start over. Over and over and over, never knowing, never remembering...

He remembers Mercy. That's-- that's something. They didn't take everything. "The chairs. The. Machines. They take-- they took--" His breath comes out in a whine and he breaks off, burying his face in his hands. "Don't let me go back. No matter what," he says, slightly though his palms.