Yes. Maybe. [Is that what it is? As confusing as the world is and always had been to him, that doesn't make any sense.]

I thought there was only one. [That he is as certain as he can be of anything. He may forget quite a bit, but he would have remembered a second anchor. The Fade-whispers would have told him. There would have been screams.

And he always remembered friends. It's unsettling to be confronted with this. If not for the proof on her hand he would have thought she was lying.]

It's still too bright, too loud, too close. It's songs and sorrows like always.