"He... he..." Tommy replied, wrapping his arms round himself to try and keep from falling apart. He'd wanted to remember, wanted so much to remember what had happened so that he wouldn't feel like such a freak for being so messed up over things he couldn't even remember, and now that he could? He wanted them out of his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but he... he took my magic and, and, a-a-and I c-couldn't move, I couldn't, I couldn't, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he continued, staring at the blood on his dad's arm the whole time.