Of course it doesn't! But I remember setting off on some kind of journey... leaving a village for the first time... I was chasing down some girl to warn her about something.

[He tilts his head back and sighs.]

I don't actually remember fighting anything, or having a sword-- so this is news to me, too. [He turns the bokken over in his hands.] ... But you're right. I'm still me. Even if these things are memories, that's not the life I'm living now. [He looks at Dante then, quietly appreciative of his kindness, rough as it might be.] You should remember that, too.

[He watches Dante find a familiar pose. After a moment, Sorey gets back to his feet and dusts off his jeans. His sword immediately goes to his right hand-- that's not a surprise-- but it feels much more comfortable without two hands on it. He tests the balance of it, the rest of his body loose and on his toes.]

... Do you think you used a short sword? Because I think I did, too.

[His left hand keeps wanting to be free. He wonders if he did something with it; his glove, pretty as it is, gives him no answers.]