[This time, he falls quiet, pondering it. In truth, rather than forget it, he felt like he might have been subconsciously suppressing it, or more accurately, he had been too dazed.

Being forced to think about it now, he shakes his head, swallowing.]

I remember the feeling of being chased. I do not recall by what, but it felt like a hopeless escape-- it is the first time I have ever felt such a way. Like I was running from a pack of wolves that wanted to devour me, perhaps, is the closest I can think of.