I don't know everything, [he corrects, quietly. He can't pretend to fully understand her godmode powers, or exactly what she did. She was gone far longer than he was, and with the timing of the cessation of nightmares as it was... there's no way she hadn't had at least an influence in it.]

But I don't think I'm wasting my time. Do you know...? How many pieces of my brain they carved out? How much of me they erased and overwrote, and erased and overwrote? Over and over again until it seemed impossible there was anything left.

You're a programmer. [He tilts his head, looks at her again, and gently lets one hand rest between her shoulder blades. He knows she doesn't know anything about what he'd gone through back home, nor would she have any reason to. His point still stands. He'll bare every piece of his past to her if it could make her feel even a tiny bit closer to whole.] You know how difficult it can be to completely remove something and leave no trace.