PRIVATE | VOICE
[ after a few beats of strained silence, quietly ]
I'm sorry. The people who have disappeared and come back... none of them remember being here before. [ you don't remember being here before. ]
If you -- left again... I don't think you'd remember what you'd learned here. I don't think... you would be able to change anything.
[ he is trying for gentle but he feels leaden. like he has a fragile hope (her fragile hope) under the heel of his boot and is slowly grinding it into pavement. ]