[He looks away at that and doesn't say anything until he's taken a spot on the same wall as Otoha, his arms crossed as if that could defend him from whatever it was Otoha had in his head.

Of course it wasn't Just Otoha.]

I've got the same thing. Memories of things I swear I've done but, at the same time haven't.

...I've never even set foot in Japan, so they're probably yours.

[Another pause and, this time, a hundred times more awkward and faltering.]

What..what exactly do you 'remember?'