[Wolfwood's brow furrows even harder, if that's possible, and he shifts his weight to his other foot. He's chewing on his cigarette, to the point where if he does it for too much longer he's going to break the filter and have a bad time.]

I know...and I agree with you. I ain't tryin' to argue that, Flamebringer.

[He pauses...for longer than he means to before continuing.]

But that don't mean it didn't still happen. That it didn't...still mean somethin'.

[Flamebringer knows Wolfwood. He knows he isn't one for sappy shit, or sentimental shit, or any of that. But they both basically lived a day in their past lives, and it felt as real as the day when it happened. And knowing full well it's a real memory, and not just some kind of dream or mass hallucination?

He's still trying to figure out how to cope with it. The fact that, when he woke up from it, he felt like he'd lost a part of himself with it.]