*looks down at the floor and frowns because he's not sure whether you want him to empathize (he can't) or reassure you that you'll figure it all out eventually (he can't)* *can only offer what he imagines must be true* Yeah, okay. It would suck. Not knowing what made me me.
I don't know what they mean. Do you?
*looks up at you abruptly (more surprise)* Well. *simply* Yes. *his gaze dropping briefly to the front of your shirt* You've got claw marks on your chest. Courtesy of a, um, monster-type person. Thing. We were rescuing Erestor at the time. *rubs his temples, looking a little pained* I can show you the reports if you want but it's all pretty fucking horrible. I mean. Gruesome.