Something in his chest releases as Nathan seems to believe him, seems to want to help. He breathes a little easier, and his voice steadies somewhat.

"I took him by the arms and pushed him against the wall...twice. Once I held him up from the floor. It shook him, but I did not believe I hurt him, and though I suppose mortals are quite fragile I do not know if he is so." It's coming a little easier now. "His was the face I remember in place of those memories. He said to me I did not need them, that I could make new ones. He said they were only dreams, and that he ate them. That he cannot give them back."

The very worst part of this is not only the memories lost, but the memories being brought back. The feeling of powerlessness he has fought since longer than he cares to recall being shoved in his face.