[He shakes his head.] Normally, I think it would — but my circumstances were a little different.

I know this is gonna sound hard to believe, but uh, a witch scrambled my brain. I know pop culture, and the current President, and bits and pieces of basic Latin. If I try to remember anything about me, though? It's white noise, like I've switched to the wrong channel.

[He braces himself for an incoming rejection, that maybe this is too hard to believe. Even after experiencing something as weird as the mindscape. Even after knowing that Wonderland runs on magic and memories. Even after deciding to tell him the truth.

The ball is in Barry's court now, and only he can decide what he's going to do with that knowledge.]