So that really was it. He smiles as encouragement.

"Maybe you have and you just don't know it yet. Or it could be really subtle," he mulls aloud. Trying to make rhyme or reason out of why they got these feelings, these pieces of some other life, wasn't easy, let alone what any of them actually meant. He had so many, and they all just felt like clues. Never the same thing twice, never a perfect fit, or a complete memory.

"Some stuff isn't, though! Like, well... that blue toy, right?"