"That's not your fault," Jean said quickly, face getting hot both from anger and embarrassment. She didn't really want to dissect what she felt and have it laid out for him to examine and cast aside. It was too precious to her for that and she wished she'd never said anything at all.

"You didn't ask to be kidnapped and experimented on. What memories I've found don't give me much of an idea of who you were before that but it doesn't matter. You're still a good man under everything. You just don't know the mundane facts. I don't need to know your parents' names and where you were born and your birthday to know I care about you."