All he needed was the three words. They're bad enough, flood his veins with warmth and weigh his shoulders down with the heavy press of responsibility. The others just add to it, make it worse and choke him.

It takes a moment for him to find his voice again after he has taken her hand, threaded their fingers together securely. "Alright," he starts, and pauses to clear his throat. "I dunno why but.. you've forgotten a lot of stuff. You know me. You've been here a while. This is an island called Tabula Rasa. And it's got... I dunno, I guess you've gotta call it magic or something fucked up like it. And it's made you younger than you were and made you forget."