[Dodger is silent for a moment, watching him carefully. A part of him regrets taking his medication, but he can only go so far down that road before he'll need proper medical attention. And anyway, he doesn't like the idea of being the only one that remembers.]

I didn't put that mark on you. Some other.. version of me, did. The one that met you. [He hesitates before elaborating.] It happened before.. somewhere else. I knew someone that met me in another world. Whenever I touched him, I remembered him a little better.

[The memories he got from this kid are much more pleasant... almost cute. With Ivar he'd remembered being tortured, pinned down and humiliated. It had been a rush, but he'd hate to be trapped alone with someone like that.]

I guess it doesn't matter. If you don't remember either.