At least the Others had the courtesy to wipe Daniel's memory when they threw him back into mortality, and even if it returned in snippets it was better, probably, than that gradual seeping of himself.

"How can they retain anything?" he asks, curiosity genuinely aroused. "When I was made human, I couldn't remember - just scraps, fragments of memories of what I was and what I could do. The human brain wasn't built for anything like that."