[Varian heaves out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He doesn't have an easy answer to any of this, he wishes he could make things easier for Fern, he wishes he could disguise his own hurt a lot easier- but he can't. It's bubbling to the surface and he's too worn down to hide it any more.]

You're not letting me down, Fern. It's just... Deerington. It's not your fault you don't remember. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make you feel bad about it.