After the meeting
Hope trailed her fingers over his side. "It... it depends. It's different for everybody. I probably would, because I come from a place like this. You might be able to. But... You wouldn't be able to talk about it." She knew people who had gone back. Who had remembered, and those who hadn't. Some remembered as if it were a dream. Others remembered it completely.
"Do you really want to? If you can't come back?" Not that she wanted to be forgotten, but she'd hate for him to live with that sort of pain. Especially when he couldn't talk about it.