What he remembers? He lets out a slow breath, hands cradling the drink as he thinks on this.

"I..." he shivers, frowns. "I have always had... a gap, a break in my memories. It... it seemed years of my life, my childhood, I might never get back. Yet... there are flashes, now. Seeing that creature seemed to... inspire them. I cannot tell if they are truly memories I experienced or something else, they seem so... strange. A place like London, yet not. Everything... wilder, brighter and darker both, stranger. It... makes little sense."