[ Perhaps his own inability to recall even the smallest of memories hinders him in some way. He cannot deny that he feels a connection to her, a bond that transcends mere friendship or companionship. But what he wonders, even though he feels as though perhaps such things are better off left alone, what sort of lives they lived in the past. Were they together or even acquainted? Or were they separated by circumstance or tragedy? Even when he searches inside himself for answers, he cannot find them.

And that is why he has decided that he should simply leave well enough alone and focus on what memories and events they can shape together. ]

Your words leave me all but speechless. Not because I do not know what to say, but rather... The trust that you have in me is, in a word, staggering. Not many would place yourself in the position that you have, nor continue to offer such kindness.

[ He finds himself having to navigate a wave of emotions brought on by her words and actions, but he is resolved to respond with gratitude. ]

I would not bite you there under any circumstance, even should my need be dire. [ He is certain he can speak those words, as even if his darker instincts were fully in play, he cannot fathom doing such a thing to her. ] And you would be correct in saying that I do not wish to be alone. [ He never did, even though he has always felt inclined to withdraw and keep to himself. The loneliness and quiet becomes too much for even him at times. ]

We have finally found each other, and I would not seek to change that in any way.

[ But then his expression turns to one of thoughtfulness as he tries to find an answer to his own question. ] I do not know how, at least not yet. [ Perhaps he will, with time, but that seems to be his answer for everything. Perhaps he should simply force himself to search for those answers, rather than waiting. ]