[He nods, a little clipped not due to anger but only his own emotions at the situation.]

I understand that, myself. I had... forgotten my family, from when I was alive. Their names, faces, the feelings of... all of it.

[He still seems to be struggling with his phrasing, a strange position for someone him with 10 words when 2 would suffice to be in.]

I'm sure you have much more to lose than I do in this. I had just wanted to... commiserate. And ask if you wanted me to tell you about the conversation I had with a supposedly younger self of yours.

[And their name, but. Not yet. Not right now.]