He made a bit of a face, but said nothing for a while as words and thoughts floated in a strange, incoherent jumble in his head. He started talking, and maybe he said things he wouldn't normally say, but nothing about this situation was normal and maybe he didn't have to pretend to be normal either.
"You probably know this, but I've been losing my memories from the moment I could walk. There's probably more gaps than there is content, and every time I get knocked out I lose a bit more of myself. It used to bother me, but I guess it doesn't anymore.
"What I'm tryin'a say is, I guess... I spend a lot of time trying to find things I've lost. Maybe it'd be better if you erased everything, but if things weren't so bad between us, maybe it'd be nice to hold on to them. Because some people, people like me, don't have that option."