[It's fine! I get it!

Hopefully we will.]
Celestia quietly listened as he talked. She wasn't sure if he was being truthful or not, his story being somewhat unbelievable. But to not make any fights happen, she decided to 'believe' him. "You poor thing... How did you ever survive in this world without remembering anything that happened after three years ago?" She sincerely asked, though she thought it was a little
too much. Celestia, even with not totally believing him, felt a little sad at the story. If he really couldn't remember anything after three years ago that, to her, would just be horrible. Sure she herself would like to forget things but that doesn't mean she would willingly forget everything after three years prior to now. Celestia walked over to him and looked at him, being about eye level with him because he was sitting down. She averted her gaze from his face to look at his wound. "We really need to get you fixed up..." She quietly said, her eyes looking at the blood. Images of her mother covered in her own blood flashed before her eyes. Tears started to form but she quickly blinked them away.
No being weak Celest. Someone you don't even know will see, you can't cry. She thought to herself, trying to force back her sudden wave of sadness.