Then I.. [ he trails off for a moment, then shrugs helplessly. ] I don't know. I don't.. remember. Maybe He-- Maybe I-- Maybe we don't want to remember. Maybe it's.. safer this way.

[ he glances back to her again, looking pained, as something impossible drifts between them, obscuring her face briefly but not the glow. but there's something.. there's something about her brightness.. ]

Oh, [ he says dazedly, feeling strangely disconnected. ] It's.. like a scar, isn't it?