Lee's gaze grew hard. "Okay, I get it. I get it. I don't know what erased your memory so damn... so specifically, but damn it, I'll help you figure it out. I don't know how you can remember so much, but not... me. Not me and what we've done and the things we talked about. I guess I'm just taking it too personally..." He sighed, going to Dustin and using his knife to cut the ropes that had been so tightly knotted around his wrists. "You'll have to turn around. The whip I tend to use cuts the skin and I'll have to put some wounds on your back. But I'll have the medic take care of them so they don't get infected... it can be pretty rough down here..."

"I really don't want to do this..." Lee growled, gritting his teeth. "Are you ready?" He didn't doubt Dustin had had plenty of worse things happen to him, but actually hurting his longtime friend---no matter how little Dustin actually, actively remembered---hurt as if he were the one about to be cut.