That was different. [ He turns his head this time, to look at Byerly. ] This would require… [ He shakes his head. ] I've never experienced it, personally.

[ Of course, this memory is the Storm's doing, not the Nathan's, but he doesn't know that. ]

I can close my eyes if you want, but that won't help with the… [ The music. Nash feels very terrible about being here, which is strange, because he has no qualms about stealing someone's letters, or eavesdropping on private conversations, or personal space or personal secrets, generally. ]