He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He'd prefer to just forget all about his memories if he could. For the most part they weren't particularly great ones to live through once, let alone have to describe them again.

"Maybe..I haven't really been writing them down or anything."

He turns and flops down on his back on the little cot that they provide for them. It's no where near as comfortable as his bed back at his apartment.

"Mine are mostly just about fighting and people dying."