He talked to Seifer about this and it's been swimming in his head. Now he just has more reason to get it done.

Still... it's a huge undertaking.

His shoulders sag slightly and he leans against the head of the bed, one knee drawn up where he can fold his arms over it and hide the lower half of his face. He's tired. It's been a long few days. He just wants these memory invasions to be over. He turns his attention to their half-played card game.

"I think all of you place too much faith in me." A longer pause. "Thanks..."

It's a weight he's still learning to bear but it's comforting in a way.