She tries to remain calm, to keep her thoughts focused. But what he's telling her doesn't match what her mind is rebelling to cling to, what it's refusing to let surface.

"How can we not know our own lives? How could we simply forget core parts of who we are, if that's what you're saying? Claire pushes a hand through her hair restlessly.

"I don't remember anything before Abraxas, Jon, are you sure it's everyone?" She believes him, believes what he believes about himself, but for her, perhaps he's wrong.