[he opens his mouth to snarl of course, of course I do - but before the words have even left his mouth, realization crashes in on him, hard and cold:

he doesn't.

his eyes widen in a growing panic as he casts his mind back as far as it can go. he doesn't remember. his earliest memory is of drawing on a wall, a horrified nun scooping him up and away...

why can't he remember any further back than that?]