[ The death might be temporary, but the loss of memory isn't, and Harold is positioned to find that uniquely horrifying. He would almost rather lose someone again than suffer his father's lapse in memory in a loved one another time. Not yet again, after Arthur.

Almost. He would almost rather. ]

I knew by the time I was eighteen that the President of the United States was ordering kill squads for foreign enemies, [ he says in a brutally frank tone. ] Man alone is sufficient to do evil, never mind what else is possible here. Or what you've experienced.

[ Harold is well aware that it's beyond his comprehension. ]