His memories are just... memories. There are ones he doesn't want to revisit, ones he does. They offer no succor, for the most part. They just are, like a stone in hand, something to distract him. A quiet man spends an ungodly amount of time in his own head, it turns out.

"Sorry to hear it," he says. He doesn't want to share his story, but fair is fair, and this woman has been exceedingly fair so far. "Georgia ain't no place to live. America too. Corpses and that's if you're lucky; the living folks are worse."