...I'm sorry, for you. And god, you think that mine was worse? Three days under Layton's thumb are nothing compared to what you went through.

[She moves to bury her face in his muffler again, wrapping her arms around him loosely.]

I guess something probably happened in the time before, to give me the issues I had before and make me forget in the first place, but... whatever it is, I don't remember it, and it didn't leave any scars. So, I've hated not being able to remember, but I'd rather that than be in your position, double. What you went through is horrible, and I guess... it must harder for you, as a man. I mean, if I admitted what I'd been through to people... well, people find it more socially acceptable for a woman to have been through something like this and talk about it afterwards, you know? It's ridiculous, really. But you know what I mean?

I don't really know what to say, god, I'm bad at this. But I wouldn't judge you, and I don't think you're weak. Because, hell, you can deal with me and help me even after what you'd been through. I'd be awful if it were the other way around.