[Oh, no. No, he really doesn't remember, or wasn't there at all. This is why he wanted to know what Law had last seen. Just the sight of those shimmering eyes moments away from welling with tears brings him right back to their meeting a week or two ago, how they had cried all over each other until neither had anything left to give. He can feel it rising in his throat, too, that flood of emotion, and tries to blink it back and stay strong.]

I... You told me, when people go there and return home, sometimes they don't remember. I remember it all, though, even if you don't. Law, do you know where you are? I can find a way to get to you. I have so much you need to know.