[He holds on, because he can't not; he breathes out a laugh, dry and humorless.]
Yeah... but that's the thing. I don't remember. [Before Lancelot has a chance to ask him to elaborate, he continues.] I got flashes, like- like scenes from a movie, or a dream, these... moments that I try to remember and the more I try, the further away they seem to be. I remember monsters, an' knives... a headache.
[Then, quieter:] ... I woke up and the first thing I could think was that I shouldn't have felt my left arm.