"Because peace doesn't equate to order, can you see?" He stares at Rashad, desperate, beseeching, urging him to understand. "If you could see like I do - I see things - the way I never could have before."

The spin and turn of the world, the ebb and flow of a universe in constant motion. The breathtaking beauty and wonder of understanding every atom, every ripple, every delicate, fine-grained part - it came flooding back with the resurgence of his unlocked memories. He understands. More than anything he wishes he could transfer that understanding, let Rashad see through eyes that perceive so much.

"On a higher plane, I - I'm energy. I can see chaos and order, entropy and change, and they require each other," he presses, passionate and insistent. "They're meant to balance each other out. They can't exist in a vacuum. It's not - it's not ontologically possible, do you understand?"