I... [ He takes a breath, expression pinching with thought. ]

I dunno. Maybe?

[ And he looks as uncertain as he sounds. ]

I think... it might depend on if I remember whatever you tell me when I go back. [ He licks his lips, frowning down at the bar top, then back at Mantis. ] I mean, you don’t remember a thing about this place, right? Even though you were here a while ago.

[ also there’s some bullshit he remembers from movies, stuff about altering the fabric of the timespace continuum, about how the smallest changes could make it so you were never born, or something. He doesn’t want anyone to start fading away like Marty McFly. ]