"My memories don't come in any order either. I received them randomly and keep a journal of them, so it's hard to figure out a timeline, but it's fairly consistent. Most of my memories up until now, you're always in them, so we must be quite close friends in the past."

Shaking his head, "I don't think I threw you off the cliff. I held your arm for a long time before you told me to let you go, and I can't." He explains. "It means I didn't want you to die and I'm not your enemy."

A pause, after some quiet thought. "Why don't we compare our memories? Not right now, but another time. Whenever you wish to. I wanted to help. Since our memories are the same, there must be a story behind it. Like a piece of a puzzle. I want to help by studying the memories since I'm a historian, so study and teaching history is what I do."