Erik peers at him, thoughtful. "Not as child," he replies, soft. "I was older. About twenty." He has a fairly good recollection of the preceding time, but afterwards, in the DP camps, things got a lot more fuzzy. Perhaps his brain had simply decided to shut down for a while, after it realized it no longer needed to compensate for abject loss of humanity. He can't help but huff a small laugh. "I frightened the nurse very much. How did yours?"