Bodhi nods, though that in particular doesn't work for him. Maybe it's all the time he spent in Saw's dungeons being acutely aware of every inch of cold, aching skin and not much else. But he has his own variation. "I know what you mean. It's even, well, a little like that. I, um, I use things like my first solo flight, or visiting the aquarium on Coruscant when I was little. More, um, more sensory than anything else." The memories too big and selfish and grand to be about the things he's lost, just the person he used to be and sometimes imagines he could be again.