"Do you want to know what I remember of him?" His tone grew cold, eyes narrowing sharply, and he hugged his arms tightly around himself as if to protect himself from what his own words. "I remember him as someone who was incredibly annoying. I remember shoving my arm through his chest then watching what should have been a corpse mend itself and keep moving. I remember fighting on a rooftop. I remember him trying to interfere in the hallway."
The images danced in front of his eyes, each one flitting by as he gave them a voice. She'd said she wanted to know why, so whether she liked what he had to say or not, it was the truth.
A quiet sigh. A lowered head. Downcast eyes. A tone that went from icy to unsteady. There was more to what he remembered, and although he tried to push the images from his mind, they refused to leave. "...I remember my body moving on its own to shield him on the bridge before I blacked out, and I remember him being my first kiss. He got beat up after that."