[As strange and worrying as it is, it's also a comfort to hear him agree. To know that, despite it all, at least the strangeness is something they share and understand. Of course they want to know who they are! Who wouldn't, with the fragments they've been given?

She's a little hesitant, but with this bond of understanding they already have...she glances to him as she takes in a little breath, then unleashes some of those worries.]

Well...aren't you afraid of remembering? Or worried about who you were, or what you might have done? I...I mean, for all you know, I could be--a serial arsonist, and neither of us would know!

N--not that I remember setting anything on fire, of course! But not remembering is the problem, once again...