It's not remembering the life and death part of it. That shit gets tattooed directly into your brain whether you want it. It's holding onto reminders of better things, the things that helped you survive. That keep you moving on every day no matter how fucked up the things you've been through were.

[He's pissed Rhys off just enough that he's getting a dare with teeth now, though.]

Okay. Dare. Show me your worst scar.