I don't know, I think I'd rewind a little, if I could. [As much as he tries to keep anything too sorrowful from his voice, there's something not entirely steady to it, for a moment.] But as a friend told me, not long before we were swept into the storm - the world only spins forward. If it spins here at all, of course. We could be a disc balancing on a pole for all I know. Still.

[He lifts his eyes to Byerly's, whatever was there before pulled back.]

Still. If I ever do find myself missing my younger years, all those hormones and constant emotional tumult raging just beneath the surface of my skin, I have some neat little orange pills that induce a frighteningly similar effect.