"It's not strange," Jean-Paul says. "For me? Knowing too much gives me fucking anxiety. I man, look how poorly I reacted to the idea of my marriage."

He sighs and sips his drink, sitting in silence for a little while. "I don't know how to feel about everything. Do you remember Prodigy? He arrived here, from the same when as me. We work together now. Anyway. He recommended just compartmentalizing, really, because there's no reason not to live life here as we never know what's going to happen.

Kurt, back home... I spent a while not remembering him. Mind fuckery. But I still knew on some level."