Keith... [He wants to believe him. Does believe him. He wants to reassure him in turn-- to tell him, exactly, how much everything will be okay. But just as soon as he thinks he can grasp those words, that reassurance, it drifts away again into the fog of his mind.
He nods, though, confirming the words. He hesitates for a moment, looking at him-- lifting his hand as if to touch the scar on his cheek and stopping himself just before making contact, his hand shaking. Keith's expression, indeed clear in his unhappiness on Shiro's behalf, on that never-ending drive to protect him, makes him feel all the more uncentered, looking at him with no small amount of longing-- and guilt.]
I-- I remember. Everything. [...] I don't know how I do. It's... a lot of things are a blur for me, or all jumbled up. It's-- it's hard to make sense of what are actually my memories and what are-- somebody else's.
[He has no idea if he's the imposter or if he's the real Shiro, stuck in the Lion. The memories keep rolling over one another. And the memories of this place feel lost and distant, like they belong to someone else entirely.]