One arm pulled in against his stomach, Galen drops his chin in his palm and starts biting at his nails when Ned starts to cry. He did this, even if it wasn't his fault. He did this, because however the hell these scientists managed to do this to them, they obviously did this to him because they knew what he'd done, back home. Salt in the fucking wound. Now it's his turn to try not to get upset.

"Ned -- Ned, I'm sorry. There's more, but I'm trying not to think about it because I don't want to remember." But he wants honesty. Galen sighs and brushes at his mouth. "Something about -- about your dad, and an operating table. And -- a cemetery, or something. Like someone died. I swear, I don't remember anything specific." And that's the truth. He's almost glad the hungry monster part of him was so focused on feeding itself that it hadn't paid complete attention to what was going on - just that it was going on - because Ned is so upset.

"I mean, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it had to do with what happened to Laura, and I promise, Ned -- I won't tell anyone. Not about what I remember, or about what you can do. I promise. I know exactly what it's like to want to keep shit to yourself."

And it's only fair, he supposes, that Ned is welcome to that information.