[It does appeal to his stubborn nature, for all that he can't help but be faintly irritated by it all the same. Enough so that he might well have insisted that he doesn't need anything, had it not been for Erichthonios' timely comment.

As it stand, he instead accepts a mug tea, falling silent for a moment before he speaks.]

It is... galling to not be able to recall the moments I know ought to remain. To know that some of which I might have wished to remain private is no longer so.

[The words come out haltingly, the vulnerability he is offering never something that has come easily to him. But they are none the less the honest truth, even as conviction snaps solidly in place when he speaks again.]

I would sooner see the rest dead, then allow them to continue to hold such memories.