Jason felt the cotton ball then the cause getting tightly wrapped around his wrist. He nodded his head. "Okay." He says even though it meant he would have to let her touch him again. So far she hadn't hurt him but what if it was only a matter of time? What if he made her mad? What would happen then? Would that be when the violence started? It wasn't really that he thought she would. It was just what he was used to happening. That all good things were just an illusion to mask the bad. He was slowly learning it was not but it would take time for it to fully register that she truly was a safe woman. He blinked a bit. "Fragment of a memory." He says. "Taken by the dark magic man? I don't understand. When was I taken by the dark magic man? I'm so confused. That sounds familiar yet not."<br/><br/>He holds his head with his good wrist. "This is making my head hurt." he says softly. Lifting his head. "I'm sorry I keep causing trouble. You say I have memories that can be triggered but you also say they are good memories. What if they aren't?" He asks worriedly. "I don't need anymore bad memories...I have enough already." He spoke softer and softer with each passing word. His heart rate starting to slow. "I think I want to take that risk...to start remembering what I was made to forget. I know I was made to forget but I don't remember what exactly."