[He folds his hands together, fingers intertwining and squeezing gently, feeling unsettled at the thought of forgetting everything that's happened here. It's the reality of things, having gone through the same experience, but it was just so....sad to forget all of it. He snaps out of his thoughts when Maya apologizes, looking to her.]

Ah, no it's...it's all right. I think it's good to talk about this. I wonder why it has to be that way. Why can't we remember until we come back here? And also, why do people sometimes not remember being here before? [He picks up tea to take a sip, frowning soon after.] Um, what kind of tea is this?