"It is a terrible memory, but I see it all the time, so it's not a whole lot different from every other night..."

Jean blinked as he felt pretty much the exact same thing Mondo was feeling. He wasn't the type to be dishonest, even about his dreams and his past, but he usually wasn't so forthcoming either. He didn't know this guy, why was he letting things spill so fast?

"I didn't want to say that," he replied, after letting the words roll around in his mouth for a second, "but I just keep talking."