“There’s no forgetting. I’m hemmed in by the memories.” And he flapped an arm about as though the shadows were full of an invisible crowd. “Besieged by the bastards. The hurts and the regrets. The friends and the enemies and those who were a bit o’ both. Too long a lifetime of ’em. You can’t choose what you remember. But you can choose what you do about it. Time comes… you got to let it all go.” He smiled sadly down at the tabletop. “So you can go back to the mud without the baggage.”
