Well, we're in the same boat. I have another three centuries of memories now, than I did twenty minutes ago. It's a lot to process... But your mind does have the option of forgetting. As you age, your memories will grow hazy and distant. You can separate the person you were from who you are. I know you can. Everyone always talks about how you've changed.

[Eliot closes his eyes as the book drops into his lap, leaning back so that he's staring at the floor instead of the ceiling.]

But I can't. This memory of mine is permanent. I can remember every family I've "found," and all of the love I've experienced. In every moment, I remember the fresh pain of loss, of betrayal, of pain, right next to the love and trust, and happiness.

[He opens his eyes, but he's not looking at Rip. Maybe his eyes are, but his mind is struggling to find the 'now' and focus on it. It's also very difficult not to cry when all of those memories plague him, so he picks up that book and moves it into his face. He needs a distraction, before he snaps.]

I'm tired.