[He doesn't have to explain this often, but when he does -- it's clinical. They're facts doctors have told him; they're facts his mom has repeated; they're facts he keeps written in the very back of his journals.]

I have something called "anterograde amnesia". [He hesitates; not a lot of people were familiar with it, himself included.] It means I can't form new memories. What I know today, what I've learned, what I've felt... It'll all be gone by tomorrow.

[Hilbert stops completely, leaning against the wall. His tone shifts into something less factual.] I won't know you, or Charmander, or the Reshiram I'm going to meet. I'll only have notes about you in my notebook. Are you...

[...]

Are you okay with that, N?