...I mean I'm angry, kind of, at her. For it. But she meant well by it. She meant to--it's not really her I'm mad at because I don't know that mad's the word, but I'm mad anyway because [he emphasizes with a punch to the bed] fuck this place.

[He breathes for a second, two seconds.] I don't want to forget anything. But I don't always have a choice. I don't--I don't want her in my head. Ever since she told us about the kind of magic she does, weeks back, fuck man, that scares me. But I definitely don't want it now. I don't want her in my head, because she shouldn't have to see that, and I don't want to risk that she'll just...take something. Alter something. It's too important.