However upset he might have been at being lied to, he forgot it at that question. He had never asked himself that but he understood the feeling behind it because he himself had no idea. It wasn't that he had no memories of his childhood. But it was all so fleeting and dream-like. None of it felt real anymore.

"I don't remember," he said. "I think it's like you're not angry or sad all the time. It's been a while since my dad died so it's pretty--" he drifted off when he realized what he was saying.

Should he shut up? He felt like this was when he normally shut up.