He winces just thinking about that. Has she had that her whole life? Then how the hell can he complain?

"You think?" He'd really take anything. Beating his head against the wall isn't helping at all. "I mean, if I stop and think about it, little things like the people who're there or the time can clue me in that it's not mine, but sometimes there's not enough to tell right away."

And it's really disturbing to think of his girlfriend-ish person or his surrogate brother and have memories of torturing them.